Rocking a bi [MMF] guys day

Recently Kaley and I have been kept busy and exhausted with summer activities but the other day we decided on an adventure and looked at a swinging site.

We came across a cute bi guy who was going for a simple experience, to suck a nice cock. We contacted him and I invited him over.

He came over and we started chatting. Soon we were laughing and kissed a while and I led him into the bedroom.

He was pleasantly surprised to find Kaley lying on the bed naked with her thighs glistening from me giving her oral earlier and her playing with toys while we chatted.

“You don’t mind if she watches do you?”

He sputtered a “No… err… sure” and I kissed him and started to strip us both. He got to his knees and started to suck my cock. I made sure he had a good view of Kaley and with a wink from me she pulled out her 6 inch purple dildo and lubed it heavily. While he was hungrily swallowing my length he was watching her slowly pushing her toy inside herself. As deep as she dared and slowly to make a show of it. His stiff cock at my feet told me he liked what he saw.

Nikki’s doctor [FM]

Dave and his friends where regulars at the Twin Peaks that I’m a server at. Especially during football season. I always enjoyed getting their table. Dave was a good looking guy in his 40s and a really good tipper. When he started requesting me I was happy because I knew I’d make money that night.

I’m flirty by nature and he definitely responded even though he had a wedding ring on. He’d always say “I wish my wife was as sexy and petite as you”. I’d laugh and say “I’m too wild for you”. I’m 5’3 and 97lbs and look really young. Younger than the 22year old I am. After about 6 months of waiting on him he leaves me a $500 tip on a $100 bill one night and writes his phone number on the bill.

When I got home I wrote thanks Dave on a piece of paper then took a naked selfie with it. I have b cup boobs that look much bigger on my small frame, a hairless waxed pussy, and I’m very thin so my ribs and hip bones and prominent. I received a text back from him almost immediately. He asked if I’d meet him Monday night at Talking Stick Resort and I agreed.

Plowing the Goth Babysitter [MF] [Oral] [Kissing] [Creampie] [Older man, younger woman]

Brady pressed his forehead against the steering wheels, eyes shut and desperately trying not to think. The rain pattering against his windows helped. It was like white noise. He was parked in his driveway, back from work. His lights and wipers were off. There was a dim glow coming from his house. Don’t think. Try not to think.

It had never been his strong suit, turning his brain off. Brady was an overthinker, had been since grade school when he would always worry about tests. Turned him into a great student, which got him into a great University, which landed him feet first in a fantastic career. Overthinking and stress was the reason he pulled six figures a year.

It also ruined relationships, overthinking. Too much of whether he was doing the right thing or the wrong thing. Flowers or no flowers? Why hadn’t she responded to his texts? Was going out with him an elaborate prank? On and on, even in University. The only time it didn’t hurt him was when he was drunk. Alcohol was the only thing that eased him.

That one awkward time I ca[m]e while eating a girl out.

This was a girl I met on OkCupid; we started off just sort of chatting about life, but it pretty quickly turned extremely flirty, and before long we were meeting plans to meet up and “watch a movie”. Watching a movie quickly turned into making out, and making out quickly transitioned to her bed, where I found myself backing up my promised oral skills with action.

I got down between her thighs and went to work. Now, I’m good at oral. I’ve always strongly believed that, where giving head is concerned, enjoying what you are doing is at least as important as any actual raw skill. And believe me, I enjoy what I’m doing. It doesn’t take long before I feel her starting to spasm, and I know she’s close. Here’s the problem though: I’m close too. I’m so into it that I know my balls won’t take too much more of this. But, a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do, so I finish her off, feeling my own orgasm crest as I do. I cum into my underwear, leaving an embarrassing wet stain on the front. I stand up, getting a stunning look of her reclining, legs spread, her face more than a little red.

The entire A-Team [F]inally has so[M]e [F]un – Part 2/2

Andrew was clearly on a mission with Annie as he was feeling her up, and after a brief hesitation she opened her legs so he could get his hand to her pussy. I dimmed the lights a bit more as he undid her belt and the button at the top of her zipper. She held on to hand when he tried to pull the zipper down, but then relented.

While I was softly sucking on his head I felt the zipper on the back of my dress going down, then he undid the clasp on my bra. Knowing he wanted easy access to my tits I sat up and got out of the top of my dress. Annie’s eyes were huge, here her one colleague’s dick was standing to attention and the other one’s tits were hanging out. I decided “to hell with that and stood up and stepped out of my dress and threw it with my bra on another chair. I pulled Andrew up, undid his shirt and it joined my clothes. I kneeled, took his loafers off and his jeans shortly joined the pile of clothes. By now Annie’s eyes were like saucers!

She went [F]rom being engaged to becoming [M]y personal fucktoy [Part II]

Since I’ve gotten a few messages asking for a continuation, I’ think I’ll share a bit more. You can find Part One below:

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cspq4p/how_i_m_got_caught_up_in_an_affair_with_an/)

Since that last text from Grace, we talked about what happened and got everything out in the open. She emphasized some more about her ‘loveless’ relationship and how they barely have any intimacy once a month if even that. Her fiancé was verbally abusive and if she thought about leaving, he would use the kid to keep her in line. 

Sad and fucked up shit. However, I know how quickly these things can go sideways. So, to set the expectations, I told her my position. That I was not in the right place mentally to be in a relationship and, even more, get in the middle of a family that’s going through it. 

However, as a friend, I told her I can lend an ear to if she ever needs one. 

Eventually over time she finally got the nerves to leave her relationship and got her own place. Our little romp sessions became a regular thing. Imagine every time we saw each other. Literally every. Fucking. Time. 

Anna Henrietta and the Unseen Elder [Witcher] [EU] [Fantasy] [Oral] [Deepthroat] [Excess cum] [Monster]

**Spoiler warning ahead for Witcher 3: Blood and Wine DLC**

Anna Henrietta forsake her formal dress, instead preferring the figure-hugging travel clothes. The boiled leather tunic pressed her chest down, making her seem a whole cup size smaller than she was. Every step she took, she felt her pants tighten around her ass. She felt her soldiers’ eyes on her, Knights in resplendent armor leering at her like men gone to a tavern whore. She ignored them and held her head high. Anna kept her hair in a tight bun, rather than letting it fall in her usual golden curls. She wore a light dusting of makeup. They may have been marching through the woods, but she wasn’t about to look like a savage.

Her and her troupe left the road behind several miles back. Old trees rustled overhead, and the golden hour of the evening lit up her Knights. They were impossible to miss, though Anna would have wished they brought something smaller. Her original plan was to bring only two or three, but her advisors insisted on two dozen. She was the Duchess after all and going out in the woods. She couldn’t go alone! They protested her clothes as well, but Anna dismissed them after that topic. She wouldn’t be told how to *dress*.

[M]y College Rebound [F]rom Tinder

Recently my high school sweetheart broke up with me. I was devastated, she was my first for a lot of things… but not sex. We fooled around a lot, constantly gave each other oral while trying to be quiet in her parents’ basement after school. I wanted to go all the way with her and she wanted to lose her virginity to me but she wanted some privacy, not wanting to get fucked silly in her parents’ house. I thought that was fair. I moved into an apartment for college and suggested that we’d finally get a room alone together and she was excited by the prospect… But out of the blue she later told me she felt we were growing apart and then I never saw her again.

HE NEEDED TO CUM IN SOMETHING [Mf] [oral] [squirt] [grool] [creampie]

Somehow it felt like a Thursday, even though it was a Tuesday. Ryan was already exhausted, frustrated and burnt out. He’d been to the gym, cranked Slayer for an hour, but still, hadn’t gotten out all of his aggression and angst. He knew what he needed. He needed to fuck his rage out. But it was a Tuesday night and he was too tired to bother going to a bar looking for someone to bring home.

“Fuck it,” he thought, picking up his phone. Surely there was someone who lived nearby that would not be entirely mortified by a very direct text. But how to craft it in such a way that wouldn’t outright say, “Hey, wanna fuck?” but would still convey that message.

Eventually, he decided on the old standard.

“You up?” He texted a woman who lived down the street from him. They’d hung out casually at happy hours before. She didn’t respond.

“You up?” He texted someone else. Another woman he met at a work function.

“Wuddup?” she asked with a winky face.

[M]y hook-up with a trans guy [FTM]

FTM = female to male
This is someone who was born biologically female, but identifies as male. In this case, the trans guy I hooked up with already had top surgery, meaning a flat chest, but retained original plumbing, meaning a pussy. My story is 100% true and I am a cis guy. This happened at the end of 2018.

I’m a dude who fucks with other dudes about 95% of the time, but I’m most definitely bisexual. I confirmed this a few years ago in a threesome with a girl and a guy and the handful of repeated encounters with them have only solidified it. I’m in my mid 20s, 5’8, brown hair, with a build that’s somewhere between average and slim.

I’ve been in an open relationship for some time now and it’s the deepest and most sincere love I’ve felt in my life to this point. I love what we have and our main policy is just to be truthful. We both download Grindr once in a while, but he’s less keen on meeting strangers than I am. I’ve calmed down significantly since we’ve been together, but I’ve had phases in my past where I was promiscuous.