Revenge Fuck the Boss’s Wife Part IV [MF]

It’s late one evening and my phone vibrates, glancing down I see a text from Rebecca.

“Come over? Tim’s traveling and kids asleep.”

An unexpected text from her, she must be horny. I quickly responded that I was interested and waited. A moment later I get the address. I shower quickly, my cock fully erect. That seems to be the normal now, anytime I know I am meeting Rebecca I can not control it. It’s been just over a week since Ive seen her, which means I have not cum in over a week. I had the opportunity to meet a FWB the other night, but cancelled. The only pussy I seem to be craving is Rebecca’s. I’m showered and in my car within ten minutes. It’s a short drive to the private neighborhood where their home is located, of course it has a gate. Rebecca open’s the gate for me and I locate their house. It’s a large, gorgeous home. They type I would never be able to afford. Business is good for Tim it appears. I tell Rebecca I’m in the driveway, she tells me to enter through the garage’s side door.

I tried not to fuck my college roommate’s daughter, I really did, but it was the end of the world…what else were we supposed to do? [MF, Apocalyptic, Taboo]

*Sounds like a horror flick, but reads like a fantasy… I wrote this last night JUST for Reddit*

**Inescapable**

***March 25th 2065***

*I have to say, it’s very nice to see Felix again. We’ve been in touch all through my travels, but while I was seeing the world and making little money—he was doing the opposite. Third in his UC Berkley class, Felix Galt is equal parts genius and business magnate. He’d made his first billion investing in a little-known tech conglomerate known at that time as Fox Life and Robotics just before the war. Within five years they had rebranded after acquiring a tech startup known for its AI programming, Jones Computing and Networking. He now owns four percent of a multi-trillion dollar company. To celebrate, he purchased an island home. No, that is not really indicative of his wealth. He purchased an island and then built a home on it.*

*Named Broadbury, the less-than-modest property is joined to the Canadian mainland by a bridge his company helped to create as a proof of concept. Microtubule carbons support the structure which spans—*

The best makeup sex we’ve ever had [FM]

Usually, my boyfriend Alfie and I have a great relationship. It’s full of excitement and new experiences. We love each other lots and don’t fight often, so when we do it’s… passionate.

From the moment I woke up in bed alone, I knew something was wrong. Alfie almost always stays in bed with me throughout the morning unless he has work or something urgent that needs doing. It’s become a sweet trend in our relationship and over quarantine there’s hardly ever been a reason not to have a lie-in. It might sound silly but waking up that morning without Alfie was disappointing, I longed for his arms around me and missed the oh so familiar smell of his aftershave, the warmth of his body pressed against mine and his breath tickling the back of my neck. I felt strangely horny and annoyed that he wasn’t there in bed with me to mess around but I figured he had a work thing and lay dozily in bed, still frustrated that I didn’t have anyone to play with. I tried to picture Alfie’s hands on me, remembering the way he cups my ass so tightly it hurts a little and the way his mouth trails kisses down my chest to my pelvis. I bathed in the golden rays pouring through the window of our bedroom for a moment, still fantasizing about Alfie’s wet mouth eating my cunt beneath the covers before finally forcing myself out of bed.

Allie’s adventures part 3. (Cheating) (Three way) (Dirty talk) (FFM) (Sex toys)

This is part three to an ongoing story I’ve been writing with the help of a friend on Reddit and his sexy wife Allie.

Any and all people in the story except for Allie are fictional, any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

I tell you, if it weren’t for bad luck I wouldn’t have any. First, I was late to work yesterday, which cost me a speeding ticket, then my wife decided that tonight she was going to go out with her friends, instead of keeping our plans. Next my friends bailed on watching the Penn State versus Michigan State game, which was to be the game of the season. Now here I am frustrated, pissy and all I want now is a beer, a shower, and maybe to rub one out before crashing on the sofa for the day while watching football alone. But now I can’t even get into my parking garage because some idiot’s classic Mustang broke down right in the entrance. I parked my Ram on the street and walked up to the car.

[Group] [MMF] My boyfriend [30M] and I [28F] broke social distancing to fuck our neighbor [19 or 20M] – [Part 2] [mentions of pregnancy] [light bisexuality]

[Read part one here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gvlx1f/fm_my_boyfriend_30m_and_i_28f_put_on_a_socially/)

After a moment, I followed Henry inside the apartment, feeling Nick’s eyes on my ass as it swayed with my movements. I paused in the doorway and looked back at him, making meaningful eye contact but not saying anything. He was still sitting in his patio chair, covered in his own semen, and staring at me. I bit my lip and smiled, and I stepped inside.

Henry was standing there waiting for me, a shit-eating grin on his face. I squealed as he wrapped me up in a hug so tight it lifted me off my feet and swung us in a circle. “That was fucking hot,” he groaned, peppering kisses along my cheeks and neck as he set me down gently, “Do you think he’ll take us up on it and come over?”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see!” I smiled, biting my lip again as a blush crossed my face.

Henry cupped my face and gently rubbed his thumbs across my freckled cheeks. “How can you be one of the horniest, most sexually open people I’ve ever met and still blush at the idea of fucking the boy next door?”

Municipal marching band times with a Flute player [MF]

recently i’ve been reading this sub again and reminded me of the times where i was in a city municipal band and had some pretty fun times. One cool story was after a rehearsal.

at the time i was about 20 and Amber, a cute brunette flute player about 5’1″ and maybe 110lbs was about 18. I was never interested in marching but alot of friends convinced me to join this band so i did. I’d blaze before this band and in general was just a reason to get out of the house. After a few months of good performances i started to talk more to other band members and open up. Amber’s section was right in front of mine (brass) so we would run into each other often. Since this was a very easygoing type group the raunchy convos and changing in front of each other on the band bus was very normal.

it didn’t take long to start flirting. eventually we exchanged numbers and were texting pretty frequently. we both started complimenting each other physically since we’ve seen each other in undies a few times. She was definitely not one to send nudes instead had the idea of “why don’t you see for yourself in person”

[MFF] The time I was fucking a girl, who was wearing a strap-on, and using it to fuck another girl

Long post, been typing this up over quarantine for a while now. Long time reader of the sub but first time posting. Apologies if the story telling is a bit… basic, but it’s the one I want to share.

Back story: I work in IT and travel a lot with work. My job means I’m usually with our companies’ customers for a few days while we get them up and running. I can visit them 3-4 times during the start of a project. Normally I stay in fairly simple hotels and either play games, watch Netflix, or work because IT never works right the first time. Sometimes if I know I have a lot of down time I’ll go on Tinder and I’ve had a few hookups from it but this story is very different.

Zella Meets a Guy [LGBTQ+]

**By Sean McClearly [Googledocs link to original file listed below]**

I was waiting for Jackson seated on the large round planter in the courtyard between Old Main, Lampasas Hall and Centennial Hall. It felt so sexy to be seated on the stone ledge wearing nothing under my short skirt that was barely long enough to cover my dick. My naked rear was directly touching the rough-cut old stone, which was turning me on.

I waited for Jackson’s work hours to end in World Languages offices, where he had a part-time gig working for the department chair. I saw him exit the front door, walk down the stairs and turn in my direction. When he saw me, his eyes widened, and a silly grin spread across his face.

As he sat beside me, he admonished, “That skirt is scandalous, Zella. I’ll bet you already have a boner, just sitting here watching the students walk past you.”

I turned my face towards his, and replied, “Your place is closer than mine, or do you want to suck my cock in your car?”

Hair Color, Pt 2 [GB] [NonCons] [MMMF]

Quick recap of the colors:
Red=happy/excitement
Blue=relaxed or content
Grey=embarrassment or shame
Black=anger
Purple=illness
White=sadness/pain
Green=jealous (actually makes sense with that one)
Brown=confusion/worry
Pink=need (hunger, thirst, pay raise, etc.)
Blonde=arousal/confidence
Orange=fear/anxious

I spent the next several days locked in my room after ‘the incident,’ only sneaking out for trips to the bathroom, and brief excursions to the kitchen for food. The hotel manager was pretty understanding, accepting my excuse of “heavy flow girl problems,” and it was summer time so no classes to miss out on. My parents called a few times (per day) to check up on me, my mother commiserating with me, my father offering his services to hunt down and mercilessly butcher someone. He may or may not be on a watch list now…

My hair maintained a steady mix of white and grey, dominant color varying every couple of hours. I had deleted my main social media accounts, no more Snapchat, no more Instagram. Facebook and Reddit were a thing of the past. Too many dick pics (and pussy pics for that matter), and lame one liners from each app. Some of them were interesting – the one liners, not the pictures. Well, a few pictures weren’t so bad, if I’m being completely honest, but come on. No one wants an unsolicited dick in her inbox. Generally…

The Roommates, Part 7 [NSFW] [Oral] [Anal]

I know it sounds crazy but we ended up falling asleep on the floor by the front door that evening. We woke in the middle of the night when Kelly’s phone went off—it was Brock. “It’s 2am, why is he calling at 2am?” she grumbled to herself as she peeled her naked body off of mine and grabbed her phone from the kitchen counter. “How do you know it’s him?” I asked. “The tone, the ringtone,” she stammered.

“Hello?” she yawned. I could hear Brock’s voice through the phone in the silent apartment. “Babe, I hate to wake you. My buddy just called me and told me we got on a flight this morning, last minute. By the end of the day I’ll be back in California.” I heard him. She was silent. “Babe you there?” he asked again, raising his voice. “Yeah, okay text me the flight information. Are you coming straight here or, you know, you’ve been on a plane.. shouldn’t you like, you know, self-quarantine with the boys for two weeks just in case?” she asked. She wasn’t wrong; Brock really should be isolating himself after being in New York and then traveling via airplane. I mean it was the right thing to do for Kelly and I… but it also gave us more time together. “Yeah, yeah, most definitely,” he said, “we have a room at a hotel down the street and I was going to see if you’d drop off some of my stuff there. I’ll send you the room number when I get it.” She agreed but then reminded him that it was the middle of the night and said goodbye. “Let’s get in my bed,” I said to her.