My [M25] roommate [M25] and his FWB [F24] let me watch her suck his dick- [MF]

So my roommate and I are very close. Became best friends in high school and haven’t separated since college.

He was always the “ladies man” out of the two of us. Very conveniently handsome and getting very attractive women. I was always jealous of him for it and he’d tease me, but it was fine cause I do well with women myself, he’s just on another level.

We eventually started this thing where he’d describe in detail his hooks ups with hot girls, the ones I thought were super hot, and I know he knows it turns me on through various late night texts about it. How girls would love his nice dick, suck him off, ride him, how he’d eat them out, cum on their faces, inside them. He was always detailed and a great story teller so it was great masturbation material. He and one of his hook ups even talked me through their sex one time which was amazing

Melony and Alex: Staying the Night? [M/F] [20s-30s] [Couple?] [Face Riding] [Cunnilingus] [Condom] [Biting] [Sweet] [ADHD Discovery] [Grumpy Cat (not the meme one)]

Sequel to [Melony and Alex: Back to Her Place](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1000q9u/melony_and_alex_back_to_her_place_mf_20s30s/)

Melony and Alex: Staying the Night?

Melony was a born procrastinator. She told herself that she was eventually going to try and do something about it but kept putting it off. That’s why she waited until Thursday night before start to do any cleaning in her apartment for when Alex was coming over in less than 24 hours. She might have even got it all done, if she was able to push through, but kept stopping to listen to her playlist. She did finally remembered to move Lizzo over to her sex playlist to join Lovage’s cover of “Sex (I Am)” and VNV Nation “Cold” (the r-rated version). It had never really occurred to her to actually play the list during the deed, she just found sorting songs into various lists relaxing. She’d wasted numerous weekends engrossed in the task and always felt guilty afterwards.

I [F36] love rubbing my new breasts up against guys in public [FM]

It took me a few months to settle into the awkwardness of having new breasts. At first the stares from men and women made me want to wear baggy clothes forever. I then realised that a lot of the staring, from both men and women, was out of admiration and straight out lust. This got my juices going.

It went a step further when one day on a crowded bus in the summer I was wearing a low cut top and I couldn’t help but rub up against a guy’s elbow. It was purely accidental, but it happened multiple times on that trip. I was on my phone and I noticed that the rhythmic motion of the bus made my right breast nudge into his elbow. These innocent brushes brought my nipples to attention and I started to “lean in” to the motion of the bus to make sure my nipple was stroked. My nipples are more sensitive than they were before the operation which was a very welcome bonus on days like this.

[MF] [F] My dead bedroom

It’s absolute torture. I can hardly imagine any pain worse than this. It’s physical. It’s emotional. It’s spiritual. It breaks you inside.

My husband hasn’t fucked me in months. At first I believed him. He was tired. Headaches. Back pain. You name it. He had it. Soon enough, though, I caught on. Something else was wrong.

He didn’t want me. I asked. He denied. Just a lot of on his mind, he said. Don’t give up on me. Keep trying. And so I kept trying.

One night I put on my best lingerie. The desire in my loins almost hurtful. I sat on his lap. Tried to kiss him. He shooed me away. Didn’t even look. He used to love my boobs. He’d kiss them, he’d bite them. Nothing. Not even a casual glance.

That night, as he fell asleep, I cried. I fucked myself. Curled in the bed, I fucked myself. I tried to keep quiet. Like it mattered. Like he cared. I came. Once. Twice. Three times. Eventually I stopped. The hunger in my loins, as strong as it was before. But I was too sore to keep going. I cried through each orgasm. Warm tears running down my cheeks. I couldn’t please myself. And he refused to.

How we became “Swingers” [MFM]

My husband and I met when I was 16 and a virgin. He was my first sexual experience, and in 1992, 10 years later, when we had been married for 3 years, I had only ever had him as a partner. There was a very well-known nude beach about 20 minutes from where we lived at the time, and to celebrate our 10 years together, he suggested taking me there to “broaden my horizons”. I had always worked to stay in shape, was no stranger to minimal bikinis, and although my sexual history was limited, I wasn’t prudish. Besides, nude beaches weren’t about sex, they were about freedom and lack of inhibitions.

We went to the beach, and after a bit of hesitation I took off my bikini top. I didn’t get a second look from anyone (not an obvious one, anyway) and a few minutes later I was totally nude. As advertised, it felt liberating to enjoy the feeling of sun and water against my naked body. Everyone was friendly and welcoming to the “newbies” – much more friendly than people ever were at the “textile” beach, to be honest. Going there became a weekly ritual, and I quickly became used to being seen naked by total strangers.

Ever seen those massage parlors around town? [MF]

After much MUCH pussyfooting and due diligence, I visited a massage parlor for the very first time. Since then I’ve gone twice, I gotta say, what a delightful hobby!

This was my first, the morning right before hitting the road on a 4 hr work trip. It was a spot I’d been scoping for some time after a kind redditor helped me find it. HF in one pocket, tip in another, extra in a third just in case. I accidentally arrived too early, and as I was pulling up, an SUV was pulling away and the light inside the parlor just turned on. I drove another lap around the mall strip, and parked a bit away. I waited for a couple minutes; I was pretty sure the car I saw was not LE but I wanted to make sure the coast was clear. I took a few hits from my weed pen, then a couple deep breaths, and I walked to the door.

A Surprise Encounter with my European Sister-in-law

https://www.solotouch.com/story/a-surprise-encounter-with-my-european-sister-in-law-74085#gsc.tab=0

After months trapped at home waiting out the pandemic, even a trip to visit my wife’s family seemed like a massive relief from the monotony of things. I had no idea what a relief it would end up being. 

We’d planned our first big trip out since the start of the whole COVID thing to be a simple trip to my in-laws’ home in South Carolina. They live just outside of Charleston in a rich suburb with plenty of fun stuff for them to take my kids to do and spoil them for the first time in a long time. 

Also making the trip especially special for my wife though is that her brother and his wife would be there visiting at the same time. She and him, Joe, were close growing up as military brats and she always looked forward to seeing him. He had married his longtime girlfriend, Annie right at the beginning of the pandemic. They weren’t planning on doing so that abruptly, but she’s French and met Joe when she moved to America for college. As the world shut down so did both of their jobs and the immigration situation in the country became complicated due to the circumstances, so they married fast and moved to Europe where both could easily get jobs and wait out the world for a bit. So this was the first time they’d been back in the country and any of the family had seen them in person in more than a year. 

The Young Mom Upstairs [MF][Long]

Back by popular demand. You can read [Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zgkq6a/my_new_upstairs_neighbor_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Before Izzy moved in upstairs, I had always gone for a certain type of girl. Tall, brunette, tan. Izzy was none of those things. Pale, blonde, and very petite. Barely 100 lbs. And with her tiny body and youthful looks, you’d never know she had a three year old.

Her divorce estranged her even further from her ultra religious family. Her older brother, youngest cousin, and grandfather, the family patriarch, were the only ones who hadn’t cut her off. In fact, her cousin was a freshman at the college in our town, and Izzy had moved there with her soon-to-be exhusband to help care for her aging grandfather.

Being only a few months out of a relationship where I had been cheated on, and with Izzy coming out of a bad marriage, we decided to keep it casual and be FWBs. She wanted to date a bit and I figured I’d see what’s out there. Often, I would babysit Jackson, her three year old, when she’d go out. I didn’t mind, though. He was a good kid and I was getting laid.

[F]24 I Learned to squirt late in my pregnancy

(a bit long, but maybe worth it…)

Hi all! I’m 24 years old and 30 weeks pregnant. I recently discovered reddit and wanted to join to fun here… Everywhere I go, I see girls selling on stuff. So, instead of just showing my belly and boobs around for money, I decided to tell some of my kinky stories… I can say that I have some.

I’m still young and pregnancy was not in my radar for now, but it happened, and I’m quite happy with it now. It was my fault, I can say, since I didn’t cared much for protection, and I have a slight kink for impregnation… Someday I will share the story on how the pregnancy happened.

I had my sexual awakening at 21, and ever since, I explored with almost anything that came to my mind, really freeing me from standard concepts about sex. I’m bi, and really open minded, and still experimenting and exploring a lot. Even more now: I’m 30 weeks, full round belly, and so horny that it is borderline nimpho levels of arousal and desire.

One way to start a weekend

Baby. I am back, Everything good?. I can here noises but not a verbal word. Seems it is harder for you to talk sucking on that cock like you are. I look over the counter, your 69ing him and you both really seem to be enjoying it…. I can’t help but watch. Your so sexy in your movements. Your tits squashing on his hips as you take him in. Your hips grinding on his head as he licks your clit. I put the wine away, put the food in to the microwave and step back into the room with yall again. I want to play I say as I strip my clothes off.

   This has been a crazy weekend to say the least. Ever since I found out I knew your Marine that you had that one night stand with I noticed you had gotten a little more sexual. A little more wanting. And it had turned me on quite a bit also. You gave me some more details and went on about how he made you cum. Hell I wanted to met up with him and when we got the news he would be in town and had gotten a airbnb for the weekend.  We jumped at the chance. You just wanted us to met and have a drink, but more than that happened and we all ended up in his place. I didn’t mind dude was pretty cool. Seemed nice and respectful to us both and to our relationship. It was OK.