accidentally hooked up with my mate’s dad [Update 2] [MM]

This happened a couple weeks ago and I have held off posting it because there was so much good advice on the last post recommending to steer clear, but I still slipped up anyway. In the interest of continuity I’m going to post this last update and promise myself and the readers that this will be the last time something like this happens. You can find the first part [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xude1g/i_accidentally_hooked_up_with_my_mates_dad_mm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button) and the second part [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xxuwa1/i_accidentally_hooked_up_with_my_mates_dad_update/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button). Reading those will help for context.

So my friend’s dad texted me a couple days after the last time we met up and told me he had the house to himself. After reading the advice of a bunch of Redditors who are wiser than I am (thanks by the way) I decided to tell him the way he treated me like his son actually made me a bit uncomfortable since I am good friends with his son, and that the whole thing just left a bad taste in my mouth (literally and metaphorically). He seemed to understand where I was coming from and said he would check back in with me later on to see if I’d changed my mind.

The first time my prior girlfriend, now my wife screwed a guy in front of me![MF]

I had just graduated High school, and was living in a apartment with a roommate. My roommate was out of town and I decide to have a party. There were somewhere around ten and sixteen people over, drinking and having a good time. One of the girls at my party (Sheryl my wife now ), I had dated in high schooI. We had banged a few times, in high school. Sheryl was at the party with her girl friends. Sherl was looking hot with her mini shirt and spaghetti strap tank top, the top fit snug on her, perfect firm “c” cup tits. I wanted to fuck her that night. I reminisced about the first time I fucked Sheryl in my truck. Sheryl is 5’8″, shoulder length brunette hair, perfect real tits, muscular legs, landing strip and razor sharp tan lines. I lasted about ten minutes of fast fucking and came in condom. She was not on the pill and did not want me shooting off in her pussy.
One of Sheryl’s girlfriend Stacey, was at the party.
During the party, Stacey and I went out side. Stacey told me that Sheryl wanted to date me again and hook up.
I came back inside to get beer. I noticed my roommates bed room door was shut and locked. Due to the volume of people at the party I did not know who was missing. I went to the kitchen to get a butter knife to pick the lock.
When I quickly pushed the door open there was my future wife, naked on her back spread wide, on the bed. One of my older brothers friends, Bruce, was getting up off of her. His face looked like a glazed donut, he was naked. He must have ate her pussy, prior to fucking her. I was super jealous. Sheryl’s pussy looked perfect. Her dark landing strip and puffy swollen pussy lips were exposed. I stared at her sweet little cum covered pussy.
This was some time ago, cuckolding was not even a thing. I wanted to kick Bruce’s ass! I was pissed and jealous. I told Sheryl and Bruce to leave, and I shut the party down. I thought I would be the one screwing her that nite.
Four months went by and Sheryl and I hooked up again. She was just a fuck to me now. I was screwing other girls too. I did hookup with a few of her friends during this time. Fucking her girl friends and other girls , during this time is what made her lust for me again.
I screwed her for a long time before, I took our relationship serious again. She was giving her self exclusively to me during this time.
We have talked about that night. She told me Bruce and her were drunk , and they did fuck and she sucked his cock in the bed room. They hooked up a few more times and then broke up. I don’t believe her, when she said they broke up because Bruce has the smallest dick she has ever sucked and she could not cum when they screwed.
I still run into Bruce around town. He is a much smaller build than me. I know the situation makes him uncomfortable. I am not going to stomp a mud hole in his ass. I can’t blame him, if I was in his shoes, I would had fucked her too.
I have been married to Sheryl now for 12 years. She keeps telling me she wants to see me fuck another girl. I keep thinking about our past, and don’t feel like it’s a good i idea. I cant help but feel if we do a three some with another girl, she will then resent me and think anything go’s, like I di

Turning the Babysitter Into a Good Girl, Chapter 1 [slow burn] [18 year old] [virgin] [sexy dad] [smoldering] [coming of age] [teen romance] [age gap] [Dom sub] [long story] [multiple chapters]

[Note: All teens are 18+]

“See you guys tonight!” I call after my friends, unlocking my vintage mint-colored Schwinn from the rack by the school parking lot. This bike just might be my favorite possession. It was thirty dollars, which is steep for a yard sale, but an exceptional deal considering what the elderly couple could’ve gotten for it elsewhere. Pushing off the pavement, I begin the familiar trek to Jacob’s school. I keep to sidewalks mostly, as a way to compensate for my lack of safety in other areas. I don’t think of myself as shallow, but I just can’t bring myself to wear a helmet. *Sorry, Mom. Style over safety*, I think, my long auburn hair whipping freely behind me in the breeze.

It’s not a long bike ride from the public high school to the gated private school where Jacob attends second grade, though I certainly pass a few levels of escalating wealth during the ten minute ride. I’m used to picking him up twice a week, and I walk my bike beside him as he cheerfully gabs about what happened that day. We mosey through the tree-lined neighborhood, passing beautiful brick homes adorned with carefully tended gardens, until we reach his house on the private cul-de-sac. If I were a kid, I would bike endless laps around the circle, and spend leisurely summer days laying back on the neatly trimmed grass in the middle. *Maybe I’d have run a lemonade stand*, I smile to myself. *I probably could’ve charged five bucks per Dixie cup.*

Taking My Student’s BBC!

It was my first year as a real professor. Not an assistant, not a temp, but my own classes with my own schedule. I’m not sure, but I may have been the youngest full-time professor at the entire university: 26 years old. Who knows? I never checked. But I’ll never forget that first semester.

During the first week of classes all I kept saying to myself is, “Don’t fuck the students. Don’t fuck the students. For fuck’s sake Avery, do not fuck the students.” It worked. For a month anyway. That’s when a student of mine, a shy, timid student of mine came to me for help. For the most part, his grades were good, low A’s and B’s until the last one. A D for dismal. He was distraught, and just couldn’t understand what happened. My office hours were always posted in my class and of course on the syllabus handed out on the very first day, but who keeps those. And, as always, an outside hours appointment is always possible. Curly, that’s what I will call him as to not giveaway his true identity, didn’t make an appointment. He knew his class was my last of the day and that my office hours were from the end of that class until 90 minutes later: 330pm to be exact.

The Mysterious Man in Black [M28] [F32] [Hotwife] [Vacation]

Kyle loves his friends and would do anything for them. That even means showing up to their kids first birthday party. Being single and having no kids makes it weird to show up to a party like that. But again, Kyle loves his friends.

Showing up to the party late on purpose hoping to get a parking spot in the back of the cramped cul-de-sac, in hopes of being able to leave early. Pulling in Kyle noticed most everyone was already here. “Yes!” Kyle exclaimed.

As Kyle was putting his car in park behind someone he noticed a truck pulling in behind him. “Of-Fucking-course!” Kyle sighed. Getting out of the car Kyle looks back waving and saying hi to the kid’s grandfather that he barley knew. This is important because now he needs to know who has to leave the party so he can. Getting into the front door, children and dogs running around with people in every available seat in the house.

“Hey everyone” Kyle waves to everyone with no one responding to him. Clearly no one knows who he is.
“Hey Kyle! I didn’t think you’d show!” a person said over the crowd.

oh what a glorious car ride [22nb/23F] [first time]

Lucille is a normal American woman. she got great grades and was a star soccer player in high school, that being, there was one thing she never thought about in high school. sex. while everyone around her was fucking everyone else around her. she was too caught up in studying or practices. sure she masturbated and watched porn who doesn’t? but she was never caught up with the idea of actual sex. but now Lucille’s 22 she’s waited long enough for her first time. all of her friends have been pushing her to get out there and find someone to end that chapter with. but she doesn’t know how to start

Lucille woke up to the harsh sound of her phone going off she scrambled through her messy room. as Light peered in through her curtains she read the text from her friend Avi. “hey are you still on for tonight? btw Alice and Kendra are gonna be there too.” Lucille didn’t want to go out tonight but she knew how much it would mean to her friends if she did. “yeah that’s fine with me! i love Alice.” replied Lucille.

My First Time Cheating/Revenge Fucking [FM]

Trigger warning for hard drug use…

When I was 20yrs I was madly in love with my high school sweetheart. We’d been together since we were 17yrs old and as far as I was concerned I’d end up marrying that guy.

Until on a girls’ night out, an acquaintance of both of ours let it slip that she’d heard my BF had hooked up with some hostesses at his job (we were both waiters at the time).

I was drunk, furious, and devestated. I confronted him over the phone and he admitted to what he did. We were living together at the time and I decided to move away to another state to live with my parents and put my life back together. He was very apologetic and tried his best to make it up to me. As much as I wanted to go back to normal I just couldn’t, though I continued to engage in a long distance relationship with him hoping eventually things would get better.

I had gotten a job while living with my parents at a local steakhouse. I was making decent money and living the restaurant lifestyle of sleeping in late, raking in cash, and spending it the same night while out with coworkers.

I [F] went to an HBCU and gave white women a slutty reputation.

Long story short, my family lives down the street from an HBCU. I was adopted by a mixed race family (white and black) and so my siblings are all biracial too. Because of this I felt comfortable going to an HBCU.

I was a good girl for a long time, steady boyfriend in high school and only 1 boyfriend in college. But something changed my junior year, I got cheated on and thus I acted out a little erratic. I stick out for sure. I am a short 110lb short blond haired skinny pale girl that is a pretty stark contrast to most of the people at the college. So a lot of guys notice me and try to talk to me. For the longest time I ignored then until I was emotionally distressed from the breakup.

I took their invitation to go to a football players birthday party. I show up and (because it was halloween) was dressed a bit slutty. To my surprise most of the women were not dressed quite so slutty and this just brought more attention to me. When they finally brought out the birthday cake, I was well into a few drinks.

Unmasked by the Masters F(50)MMM(30+) Interracial, public, BDSM

Covid 19 shattered the world that was, the understanding we had, the illusions of security and privilege that our society accepts. The world my husband lived in. Before our marriage, I had been a soldier and served a lot of places where the safety and security he believes is the natural state had never existed, where loss touched everyone, where risks couldn’t be managed, they just had to be survived. Now that Covid came, everyone got to join my world.

My comfortable teaching job was on hold, outreach teaching is not really needed when all the classes are on line anyway. I was called up by my reserve army unit to work to support the struggle to keep the vulnerable populations, the old folks homes and shut ins with medical issues supplied.

Became someone’s own little whore! [FM]

Like many girls on this sub, I grew up religious. Modest. Covered elbow to ankle. Not allowed to touch a man. Repression breeds perverted sluts. No two ways about it.

By 18 I’d only slept with my high school boyfriend. Nothing special. I pretty much only interacted with people in my cultural and private school communities.

Yet I was obsessed with beautiful, frilly lingerie. Spent my paychecks on Agent Provocateur. Changed with the windows wide open since 16 to give my neighbours a little treat. Bought latex Vivienne Westwood heels.

At 18 I was a size 2, 5 foot 7, runners body with disproportionate F cup tits that were so perky a pencil wouldn’t even stay under them. Narrow, boyish hips. Tanned, big brown eyes, huge lashes. Unique beauty. I always wore skanky look at me outfits, and still do, even though now, at 25, my tits are a little softer, cheeks a little more prominent. I’m a 4 and H loves me more than ever.