The Worst Thing I’ve Ever Done [FM]

I’ll say it right at the top. I cheated on my husband, and I’m not entirely sure why I cheated on my husband. Writing things out has been therapeutic for me in the past, and I had planned to post this on some sort of advice related subreddit (relationship_advice, or maybe surviving infidelity.) However, once I wrote it out, my accounting of events is a lot closer to rambling erotica than it is to an advice post. I don’t have anyone to talk to in my personal life about this, and I feel like I need to get it off my chest somewhere so I’m posting here. Sorry if infidelity offends you.

If you had asked me a month, or even two weeks ago how my marriage is going, I’d have told you that it’s amazing. We have a good work/home balance, do things together regularly, and we have sex at least two times a week, very often more than that. I have no explanation for what I did that has any relation to my marriage whatsoever.

Winter break fun with my ex gf, Josie [MF 21] part 8

After snowboarding, we went back to Josie’s house and there was no one home. It didn’t really matter, because her parents were the opposite of my parents – they did not mind if she and I fucked in her room with them home or if I spent the night with her.

They were both artists, her mom taught art at the local high school and her dad had a studio in a nearby small town. Their house was pretty cool and had some weird features.

Josie said, “Do you want to get in the tub in the backyard?”

I said, “You got a hot tub?”

She said, “No, it’s just this big ass tub, my dad plumbed into the house out on the patio a couple of months ago. It’s pretty sweet.” She grabbed some towels and we went out into her snowy backyard. The yard had all kinds of unique sculptures and interesting plantings. The tub was an enormous bathtub in the middle of a stone patio, with some shrubs planted around it for privacy. There was one of those heat lamps installed in a pergola above the tub to heat the outside air a bit.

The one where I received my first blowjob by the lake [MF]

[Link to my first story in the series](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wr5jq4/the_one_where_i_got_my_first_handjob_in_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

This is the second story in the chronological order of those I’m writing about. It took place shortly after the events of my first story just before graduating high school. As that one was about my first handjob, it seems appropriate that this is the one of my first blowjob. Be advised that my writing tends to run long.

If you haven’t / don’t want to read my first post, the quick background is that I was a late bloomer finally coming into my own. I had grown tall, slim and muscular, and was starting to get some feedback of girls telling me I was attractive. Also blessed with pretty big penis. But I had grown up very shy, nerdy, and insecure.

As I turned 18 that year, I had done nothing more than make out with with a couple of girls. I was desperate for sexual experience and unsure of how to go about getting it.

A Brief Interlude (Pt 9 of 9) (F27/F29) (Lactation, Shibari, Waxplay)

Read Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wh15pr/a_brief_interlude_pt_1_of_9_f27f29_lactation/).

Amy came back around the corner with a glass filled with ice chips in one hand, a lighter in the other, and the candles tucked between her breasts and held aloft by her arm. She awkwardly set the assortment on the vanity and looked at Sam with a grin “Did you squirt *milk* on me?”

“Yeah, I-sorry.” Sam returned, looking down and rubbing the back of her neck. “I guess I got carried away.”

“I didn’t know you could do that!” Amy responded enthusiastically, “that’s hot as fuck! Hey, have you ever done temperature play? Ooh, or been tied up?” she asked, the normal sing-songy cadence of her voice still somewhat muffled by hoarseness. She scooped some ice chips out of the cup and gingerly popped them into her mouth.

“Yeah, I’ve played with ice a little, on my own, at least,” Sam admitted. “Oh, is that what the candles are for?”

Amy grinned back at her by way of an answer. “First, though, let’s get you tied up.”

[MF] My experience with a Cougar. (M22/F33)

Similar to my previous story about about hooking up with an old coworker, this one takes place around the same time period, I was in my early 20s at the time and she was in her mid 30s.

This particular woman was hired on to the company I had been at for a few months to help with customer service and shipping, which is what I was doing at the time as well. When she walked in, I knew that I was in some amount of trouble. I really liked shorter women at the time and my best description of her follows; roughly 5ft 2inches of height, brunette, I could tell she had at one point had a child. Just a small stomach pouch, which whatever, but her chest never went down after she had her children. If I remember right, she told me she measured around 38DDD. So I did my best to not let my side glances linger….

Wife gets wild part 02

As Kathi reentered the bar, she approached her table and gave me a secret smile, then turned her attention to the trio of horny hunks eagerly waiting for her.

She sat down, and took the offered rum and coke, and sipped rapidly at it.

After a few minutes, she took out a quarter, and said, “Burt, Dan, call it in the air, for who gets to fuck me next!”

Dan was the lucky winner, and Kathi took his hand and led him out to the van. I followed once again on a parallel angle, and quietly, quickly stepped over to the van after Kathi invited Dan inside, and closed the van doors. I watched the light being turned on to a dim setting, and I peeked in the porthole window and saw another awesome sight. Not two feet away, my wife was standing with her back to me. She slowly pulled off her blouse and tossed it aside, her red lacy bra quickly followed. I could see to the side and just in front of her, Dan had quickly stripped, and he was packing another huge tool.

First time with a shorter guy + condom broke [FM]

A few months ago I (25F) decided I desperately needed to get back into the dating game. I had recently stopped taking birth control and my sex drive was BACK lmao. Before downloading tinder in April this year I had been on a complete dry spell since before the C-word.

I had been swiping away for a few days when I matched with, let’s call him Jake, a 27yr old half Thai, half German (this all takes place in Germany). I thought he looked cute, he drove a motorcycle and just generally seemed nice. Oh and he is super fit. Which almost led me to swipe left, since I sometimes tend to be a bit self conscious about approaching sporty/thin guys (I am on the curvier side of things).
We chatted away, and things immediately got flirty. I’ve never given anyone my number faster. At this stage we also discovered that he’s a few centimetres shorter than I am. I could tell he was a bit apprehensive, but I told him hey, you won’t notice once I lay flat on the bed ;). We exchanged a few pictures, sexted a bit. Usually I’m not into dick pics, but wow… when he sent me a full body pic with his erect penis on full display, I immediately got turned on. His dick is about 7 inches long and thick. When I went to bed that night, I played with myself while thinking about how good his dick would feel inside me.

[MF] How I accidentally became a porn star

Reposting this because I somehow managed to delete the original on the mobile app.

Sometimes life gives you foreshadowing. In my case, it came when a very drunk fellow at a college party insisted that I was a porn star and he felt that he had to call me out on it because that was just such a mind-blowing accomplishment to him, he had to lead a toast in my honor. His enthusiasm made perverse sense, seeing as horny 18 year old guys tend to think porn is the ultimate job, although it was disconcerting that he was so interested in my involvement.

Reader, I had never been in porn flick by that point, and all my friends were extremely confused as to when I found the time to bare it all on camera, well aware that I was busy with a full class schedule and several freelance tech projects. Aware that arguing with a drunk person was a lost cause, I did as the Madagascar penguins instructed: just smiled and waved, albeit with an eye roll and head shake.

“What the hell is he talking about?” asked one of my friends.

After work happy hour leads to my first [MFM] threesome with a traveling nurse

Let’s rewind the clock to the beginning of March, 2021. While my actual work was slowed way down, I had a day in the OR during the first week of March, and then had another in the second week of March. That in an of itself was unusual for me, but it worked with other plans I had. When I had gone in the prior week, one of the scrub nurses with whom I worked was a travel nurse (we had a number of staffing issues in our city, and travel nurses could make good money by going that route).

We only worked with one patient together, but my takeaway from that couple hours was that she was talented and experienced for her age, but perhaps more important to GWS, she had amazingly beautiful eyes. We were both masked the entirety of our time together, so other than a general sense of her figure, I had nothing to go off of. She was about 5’4”, and had a slim figure, at least from what I could tell. Her eyes though, my god, the closest I could say is Ana De Armas (to the point that when I watched No Time to Die, other than Ana having darker hair, they were *very* similar).

[MF] How I accidentally became an amateur porn star

Sometimes life gives you foreshadowing. In my case, it came when a very drunk fellow at a college party insisted that I was a porn star and he felt that he had to call me out on it because that was just such a mind-blowing accomplishment to him, he had to lead a toast in my honor. His enthusiasm made perverse sense, seeing as horny 18 year old guys tend to think porn is the ultimate job, although it was disconcerting that he was so interested in my involvement.

Reader, I had never been in porn flick by that point, and all my friends were extremely confused as to when I found the time to bare it all on camera, well aware that I was busy with a full class schedule and several freelance tech projects. Aware that arguing with a drunk person was a lost cause, I did as the Madagascar penguins instructed: just smiled and waved, albeit with an eye roll and head shake.

“What the hell is he talking about?” asked one of my friends.

“No idea,” I grunted out of one side of my mouth while raising my shot glass.