I had been waiting for this night all week. My kids are gone, and my husband is about to walk out the door for work. I kept an eye on the clock knowing he couldn’t leave late tonight or else everything could go wrong. I give him a kiss at the door and wish him luck at work. It’s 9:00pm, right on schedule. I now have 30 minutes to prepare for you to walk through my door. I get excited just to think about what the next hours will bring. I sent you a text message earlier that day with instructions on what to do. You don’t know what is in store for tonight, but you are hard knowing the trouble we could get into over the next many hours. You park your car down the street so the neighbors don’t see you at my house. You take a calming breath before reading the text message again. It reads “be at my house at 9:30, the door will be unlocked. Let yourself in. Walk through the kitchen and living room, you will see the bedroom door on the left. Come on in. I can’t wait to see you. XOXO -your dirty slut”. Your cock twitches in anticipation. You check the time, 9:29pm. Perfect, you climb out of the car and walk down to the address I sent you before.
Tag: Oral
My [F]irst [M]arried Threeso[M]e
I have previously written about an amazing experience my husband and I had on vacation. This story takes place about 2 months later.
During a game of truth or dare my husband (Ryan) revealed he had a fantasy of having a group of guys run a train on me while I blew my husband and thanked him for the experience. This revelation blew me away, sure I knew he wanted a FFM experience, but nothing in the previous 10 years suggested he wanted to share me.
After we returned home, I eventually worked up the courage to ask him about that fantasy. In which he went into great detail and told me how he never really knew how much watching me fuck someone would turn him on.
We started slow at first, generally I would blow him while he told me what would be being done to me. This eventually progressed to me using a mounted dido while blowing him to simulate the experience. The dirty things he said would get me so hot as I blew him that I was starting to like the idea, but was unsure if I could handle that.
Isabella: Used and Abused (MF, dub-con, non-con)
**Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. All depictions of rape, violence and other illegal behaviours are merely fantasy. This writer does not condone sexual violence of any kind.**
*About Author: 21, F, Australia*
PART 1
Autumn had always been Isabella’s favourite season. She thought the University was especially beautiful this time of year – the magnificent sandstone buildings seemed to glow in the soft sunlight, and the campus came alive with gold, red and orange foliage. After taking a moment to finish her coffee, Isabella headed towards the English Faculty for her lecture on Postmodern literature. She had forgotten to bring a cardigan today, which she deeply regretted as soon as the crisp, cool wind caressed her exposed midriff and bare legs. Most students who lived on campus simply rolled out of bed and attended class in pyjamas, but Isabella liked to dress up a bit, even for a simple lecture. After twelve years in a Catholic girls school where her daily uniform was a shapeless tunic, Isabella found simple pleasure in being able to wear whatever she wanted. Today, she wore a pleated miniskirt and a crop top that showcased her best features: perky breasts, a tight bubble butt and long smooth legs. It wasn’t a surprise that all eyes were on Isabella when she arrived a few minutes late to her lecture, apologised profusely, and took her usual seat in the second row.
With Angela [FM] [CONS] [CREAMPIE] [1ST TIME]
“Fuck, man, loosing your virginity is not some big sacred mission, to which only a few pure souls are selected. It’s, all things taken, very mundane. My first time, tell you right now, it was to be this huge thing, right, and in the end it was only a *‘OK, OK, let’s do this, all right, here we go, uh, uh, uh, done! That’s it!?*’. So quit messing around and tell me what the fuck happened with you!”
“Fuck, you’re really taking this seriously.”
“I am your best and oldest friend. Friends take care of friends, and don’t go around hiding big things. I have the right to know, and you have the duty to tell me. Now. Everything!”
“OK, man, OK! But promise me, and remember ‘best and oldest friend’, to keep this top secret! Don’t want the whole gang to know about it.”
“Sure! OK, not that I totally agree with that, because, there you go, a mundane thing should not be made a religious affair, a ‘*You Have Been Chosen To Rapture!*’ thing, but sure. But why all the secrecy? It’s not because of you, so is it, is it because of her? The girl which you…? Or the guy, who knows, nothing wrong with that.”
My [F]irst [M]arried Swap With a [F]un couple from [M]aryland – The Next Night
This is the follow-up from my last story. You can read about Night 1 [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ok39lg/my_first_married_swap_on_vacation_with_a_fun/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
In rereading my last post I saw I forgot to describe our friends and give names, so here we go. Moving forward I (31F) am Corey, my husband (37M) is Ryan.
Joanna (30F) was about 5’4, curly Auburn hair, and a bit chubby but not fat at all, as most of it went to her 38D boobs. Kyle (24M) was 6’1, black & Hispanic mix, and muscular. I was under the impression he was a fling after her divorce.
So now what that is all squared away, we’ll move to the next night, which was their last night at the resort. That night we made plans to go to fancy restaurant at the resort, where you dressed up. My husband was basic with a sport coat over a button-up and a khakis. I wore a form fitting little black dress, with heels, a flattering bra, and no panties per my husband’s request. When we got to dinner Joanna had on a short blue dress that revealed plenty of cleavage and a Sharon Stone leg cross revealed she too was commando. Kyle wore a sport coat over a white linen shirt and slacks that accentuated his large package.
I [f]ucking love being degraded, but most guys I fuck don’t do it right. Then I met a [m]an who REALLY understood how to degrade me properly.
I fuck around a lot. I’ve always been attractive (don’t believe me? pics on profile. i’m 23 (20 when this story happened), a 34D and 5’10”. tell me you wouldn’t LOVE me to ride you), and I’ve usually had my pick of men or women in any number of hookup pools. It helps my cause that I’m totally obsessed with sex. My personal favorite role to play is the femme domme because I’m damn good at it, but if I’m being honest, the reason I tend to default to it is because…
…when I tell guys I *really* like to be degraded, they… don’t know how to handle it. I assume this is most guys’ thought process:
*What, the woman in front of me wants me to… insult her? But she’s so domineering… it would be like insulting a teacher.…*
or
*Okay, well, I don’t want to go *too* far. I don’t know what her limits are.*
or
*I have no idea how to do that.*
And it usually results in something like this:
“Uh, okay… you’re… such a slut. You like that, slut?”
Gawd, that’s cringe. Or this:
“You’re a dirty girl sucking my dick like that.”
I’m a *dirty girl*? What, do I need a bath? Is that the goddamn best you can do?
Daycare mom 1/5 – The Spanish mom [MF]
Ok so I did say I would write these stories out. These encounters actually happened, but a little artistic license is to be expected when you recount something from 20 years or so ago. Since this is the first mom experience at the child care, I thought it fitting I start with this one first.
So, this mom is Spanish light skin. She is about 5’9, long black hair to mid back. Hazel eyes. A big C cup chest and really wide hips that lead to a round ass. She wasn’t hot, but she had this look in her eyes. Like she was thinking something naughty but not sharing. That type of look.
Anyway, we always did harmless flirting. I would throw it right back at her anything she threw at me. But one day things went over the line. Not in a bad way, just…progressed to a point where sexual tension was rising and there was something unsaid in what was being discussed. Without going into the minute details of all this. Suffice to say, she worked up the courage to ask me for my phone number and we talked off work when the kids weren’t around (no texting, way before that time). Things were very sexual and eventually it got to a point where she thought I should come over in the morning when she had a day off.
7 years ago I banged my Chinese teacher in a classroom. She is now 40, sexier than ever and my girlfriend. We’ve been living together for the past month, having the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. [MF] [Update]
Hey good people of Reddit! I wasn’t sure if I was going to post any more updates about my former Chinese teacher but I’ve had a few people in my PMs asking how things were going and requesting updates, and I really enjoyed writing the posts and the responses I received, so here’s another one!
(For those out of the loop, check out my two previous posts [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nmkvph/how_i_a_very_average_teenage_uni_student_ended_up/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nrhh2h/7_years_ago_i_banged_my_chinese_teacher_in_a/). TL;DR: 7 years ago while I was in uni, I had regular sex with my beautiful Chinese teacher who is 15 years older than me. I reached out to her recently after years of no contact and we hit it off again instantly.)
So things are going *amazingly* with her. After that weekend we spent together, we kept in touch and met up a couple of times. Almost one month ago to the day, we spent the entirety of Saturday together walking around the city, exploring parks, day-drinking and walking along the river after our evening meal. It felt like I had known her my whole life. I took the plunge then, and asked her to be my girlfriend. She said yes with no hesitation whatsoever. The whole walk home we were giggling like little children, and man, the sex we had that night was even more mind-blowing and passionate than usual.
My trainer quit his job to fuck me [F18][First Time]
Diane smiled at him and put her hand on his chest.
“Brian, how about we just go to your apartment?” She asked sweetly.
“Oh, um… uh… I don’t get off work for, like, four more hours…” Brian stammered.
“Oh, that’s too bad… because I’m off to college tomorrow… I won’t be back here for a long time… maybe ever…” Diane lamented, shrugging in a way that gave her even more cleavage.
“Can you just meet me after I finish work?” Brian begged.
“Gotta pack then… I’ll be too busy… guess it just didn’t work out?”
Then Diane stepped up to Brian, wrapped her arms around him and pressed her tits into his chest, giving him a hug. Without another word, she turned and walked away. A moment later, when she was in the parking lot, she heard Brian calling just before she reached her car door.
“Wait!” he yelled.
“Yes?” she calmly answered.
“Do you wanna take one car to my place or do you wanna follow me?” he replied, proudly.
“Oh? I thought you had to work?”
“I don’t work here anymore… this job kinda sucks anyways,” he said, nonchalantly.
I had birthday sex with my oldest crush [FM]
(on mobile!)
I finally met up with the oldest crush I’ve ever had – 39. (apart from teachers or celebrities lol.)
I had *just* turned 22. We’d been talking for months at this point, sending spicy photos back and forth as well as talking through potential scenarios. I had originally stumbled upon a pic of his in a nsfw subreddit and fell in love.
Honestly, he is perfect. Just my type. Tall, long dark hair, facial hair, rough hands, gorgeous eyes. He is in great shape, eats well, and as a bonus he’s super sweet and wise. As a *bonus* bonus, his cock is beautiful.
The only issue is his age. I regularly turn down horny old men, and I’ve stuck to dating men only 2-5 years my senior, so I had no idea I could ever *really* be attracted to someone so much older. I mean… he was basically already an adult when I was born! For some reason, with this man, it doesn’t matter. He’s so sexy and I’d been fantasizing about having him inside me since before we had even texted.
So, onto the story. From now on, I will call him Chris.