[MF] [MMF] [Cheating wife] turns me into her husbands bicurious use

I had met Tim and Sammy through work. Tim was a few years younger than me, athletic, and full of self confidence. Sammy was his slightly younger wife. She was Filipino and had an alluring body and face. I had a reputation for sleeping with people’s wives at works that was, well, deserved. Sammy found out about the reputation through some of the other spouses.

It was not shocking really when she messaged me on FB one night. Her hubs was at work and I had the night off. Her boredom was apparent in how she was talking as we kept messaging. I was a bit tanked so me leaving my place was a no go. I got tired of her round about suggestive messages so point blank asked her if she wanted to come over and have some fun. She agreed. I was stoked. Then got to wondering as I waited for her to drive over why she was ‘bored’. Her hubs was a good looking guy. They seemed lovey dovey whenever we were hanging out outside of work as a group.

[MF(Succubus)] Dear Lilith, Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Succubus [mast] [oral] [Fdom] [fantasy?] [part1?]

I repurposed a prompt I made for r/dirtypenpals for this story. I’m really interested in feedback from everyone here and am definitely up for writing more parts if there is interest. I really appreciate you reading my story!
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I had no idea what the consequences of my actions would be at the time. I don’t even really know why I did the ritual. Probably an unhealthy combination of boredom and curiosity. How could I have been so reckless, so brazen? I guess I had no respect for the spirit world.

I don’t really remember how I stumbled upon the ritual. I do remember it was on some random blog, with shitty design (think late 90’s Geocities) and typos galore. The author had abandoned updating it more than six years ago. After straining through a few paragraphs of red text on black background, the mysterious author outlined a pretty simple way to summon something called a succubus. He wasn’t clear exactly what a succubus was, some kind of spirit that didn’t fit the good vs evil dichotomy, but apparently he got a great deal of pleasure out of his experiences.

[MF] The bet. (Repost with small edits to comply with forum rules. Sorry everyone who’s read this before.)

‘I bet I can make you cum in less than 5 minutes…’

Another true story from university days. I’m 19, sitting in my friend David’s room at Cambridge university, and we’re chatting about sex.

David has been one of my closest friends since we were little kids, growing up in the same village. We went to school together, primary then secondary, and though we hung out with a big group of mates we would probably refer to each other as best (opposite sex) friends.

Despite this, we had never been a couple. People would say ‘seriously why did you guys never get together, you’d be great’, but we never did. I don’t really know why, there’s no single reason. We both went out with other people through school, neither of us really seeing the other as a potential partner, but we stayed close and shared secrets just the same. We are still close friends to this day.

People would also ask ‘doesn’t the sexual tension between you guys just get unbearable?’ It didn’t, for the simple reason that we had, on a couple of occasions, had sex. Nobody knew, not even my closest female friends – it was our deepest mutual secret.

My [F]irst Experience, Part Three

I do seem to be committed to explaining how I went from late-blooming “never-been-kissed” to, well, been-kissed-and-then-some but still a virgin, and some people have enjoyed [part one]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/643txs/my_first_experience/) and [part two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65kugl/my_first_experience_part_two/). So I suppose I should, to the extent that tales are ever complete, tell the end of this one.

I set out to write this as one story: some background and then a single particularly memorable event. That became cumbersomely long, however, and perhaps the background itself is interesting as an exploration, and so this has become two stories, the next to be posted later.

As I said last time, at first I was slightly-reluctantly dragged along into sexual experimentation with Gordon, but the incorporation of ejaculatory delights in to the scheme changed my attitude toward that. And so once I was giving Gordon handjobs on a regular basis, it would be pointlessly restrictive for him to keep his pants on but his penis exposed, so usually his pants came off. And so although there’d been a rule that my top could come off but not my jeans, well, that just left me overdressed, right? I doubt that was actually my logic, but somewhere along the line (I actually don’t remember how or when) I became willing to be naked with him.

[MFM] The reality of two cocks for my wife

My wife left our house early that Friday evening to meet up with her friend at his apartment. They had sex a handful of times before. Over the course of a few years of sexual rendezvous with this gentleman, there had been some talk of getting the three of us together at the pleasure my wife. She was hoping this particular Friday was the day it would finally happen.

About an hour after my wife left I received THE text saying he was in the mood for the long awaited MfM. My heart raced with excitement. I texted back and told them I will be right over. And to not wait for me to get started. I received a :) back.

I left our house in a wreck of nerves. Mostly due to excitement, but there was a short shadow of doubt cast in my mind. They had filmed themselves having sex in the past. And I enjoyed their clips of pornographic friendship, but could I take the action on the other side of the black mirror, up close and in the flesh?

My sisters roommate (part 1) [mf]

So in my last story I talked about how I had hooked up with my little sisters roommate which caused them to get into a fight that led me to staying over and hooking up with my little sister.

This time I’m gonna start talking about my times with my little sisters roommate/best friend. Now for clarity me and her had an on going thing for about 2 years never really getting together until about a year into it after I had lost my vCard and had gained some confidence. That being said I probably wouldn’t be where I am today without her and the boost to my self esteem that started with her.

Ok background I grew up in a very strict Christian home and because of that I for the majority of my life had thought that I should wait until marriage to have sex. I had a very long and serious relationship that had started in high school and went on until I was almost out of college. She was a missionaries kid so we never went further than a little bit of oral but it led me to be awkward about sexual situations sense I was under the impression that sex was something that only people “in love” could do.

[MF] A broken pipe leads to the best sex yet

[First Post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5isz4y/mf_i_fucked_my_ex_in_the_shower_after_she_made/)

Quite a few people asked if I have any stories with my fiance after my first post about my ex. About a hour ago, we had the best sex yet and the best thing to do is share it with you.

I was watching the Milwaukee Brewers game (big time baseball/Brewers fan, my great uncle is their radio announcer) while my fiance Maddie was at her parent’s house letting the dogs out. Earlier in the day I had texted her that I had a surprise for her tonight. Little to my knowing, my surprise would turn out better than originally planned.

I had picked up some marijuana before going to work this morning and was attempting to clean out my pipe bowl. Must have applied too much pressure and the glass bowl snaps a big piece off…

[MF] Gandolfini’s death leads to milf fucking

My roommate at the time had just quit working at a hotel, and wanted to finally try the bar. (It was persona non-grata for employees even when they weren’t working.)

I can remember it was around 5 in the evening, in this coastal California city, and we could see the sun setting on the ocean before us.

As we sat at the bar, I noticed James Gandolfini had passed. It was sad. My roommate had no idea who he was.

I ordered a rum and coke and settled in. My roommate had to go soon but was willing to have one.

Soon enough two older women came to the bar. One was wearing a hat and the other a denim jacket. Now to put it bluntly they were both into their mid 40s. At least. I never caught the age.

So my roommate goes to make a phone call and I am sipping my now dark and stormy when I decide to strike up a conversation with one of them.

I actually don’t know what I said (maybe something about the sunsetting?) but she just gave me a plain response.

[mf] The bet.

‘I bet I can make you cum in less than 5 minutes…’

Another true story from university days. I’m 19, sitting in my friend David’s room at Cambridge university, and we’re chatting about sex. David has been one of my closest friends since we were little kids, growing up in the same village. We went to school together, primary then secondary, and though we hung out with a big group of mates we would probably refer to each other as best (opposite sex) friends.

Despite this, we had never been a couple. People would say ‘seriously why did you guys never get together, you’d be great’, but we never did. I don’t really know why, there’s no single reason. We both went out with other people through school, neither of us really seeing the other as a potential partner, but we stayed close and shared secrets just the same. We are still close friends to this day.

People would also ask ‘doesn’t the sexual tension between you guys just get unbearable?’ It didn’t, for the simple reason that we had, on a couple of occasions, had sex. Nobody knew, not even my closest female friends – it was our deepest mutual secret.

A good reason to go to your high school reunions [MF, oral]

I received the letter in the mail inviting me to my high school’s 15-year reunion. I had to double check that it had actually been 15 years. I don’t have the best memories from high school so I wasn’t even sure if I was going to make the trip back home to see a bunch of people that I didn’t talk to anymore.

After escaping high school l, graduated college, then grad school and found a job that I’m good at and pays well enough. Backtracking 15 years to rub elbows with people that didn’t like me then and will probably resent me now.

So why did I go? Part of me wanted to rub it in their faces. Part of me wanted to see the real life version of Facebook, the ones with rapidly receding hair lines, the ones who grew their beer bellies in collegiate drinking competitions, and the ones who peaked in high school.

Before I knew it my flight home and hotel were booked for that weekend in June. I spent most of the flight wondering who else would show up to this thing. Undoubtedly all the cool kids from high school would be there. But all the others like me are more or less a coin flip.