My [F] forced orgasm experience with a married man contd. (part 3)

All right. I’m not proud of it. But I caved, and met with Sam again about a month later when he was “in the city” for work. I hated myself while texting him that I’d be there, both because I was now officially complicit in cheating – with a married man no less – and also because I couldn’t let go of how incredible last time had been. So I rocked up to the hotel room in jeans and a sweater, to try and compensate for how skeevy I felt.

That lasted about 10 min.

Sam had let me know ahead of time that he wanted to do something different this time – he’d brought a Womanizer sex toy, which is basically this little suction pump that goes over your clit and then uses air to…suck on it, for lack of a better word. I’d watched a couple videos of it online beforehand and was already pretty damp between the legs by the time I saw Sam sitting at the edge of the bed, looking as ordinary as ever like he hadn’t had been making me beg for it a couple weeks ago.

Downing Abbey – Chapter 18

**(Lucas)**

My hand was trembling from adrenaline as it slid upwards from her knee, rotating to the back of her thigh and under her skirt. Squeezing what was once and will always be mine, a rush of possession consumed me and I didn’t hold it back.

She let out a muffled moan that angled her head back, biting that lower lip that I was also thirsty to claim, and swung around, meeting her ripe backside to me.

Her exposed neck was honey to a bee, and I quickly latched onto that sensitive spot below her ear, sucking and licking with the intent to leave a mark for weeks, and her shrieks were the gasoline that kept my tongue going.

With her ass pressing into me and her bosom in my hands, her clothes were a barrier that I needed gone, and I nearly ripped it all off her and bent her over right there. The thought of slamming into her again was almost unbearable.

‘Fuck Abigail I missed you,’ I snarled into her ear, releasing my oral vice. ‘I’ve fucking missed you.’

Bi-Curious playdate [MM][First person]

I’m a pretty straight guy living in a strong long term MF relationship. But I’m also bi-curious, and have permission to occasionally play with others via contact made thru Gaydar and similar sites.

What follows in this post is a fictional story I’ve written and am sending to a bi-curious guy who I found through gaydar and who I hope to meet soon. I split into “chapters” for easier chunks to send him via kik.

For extra context: I don’t have much bi/gay experience, but it seems I have more than him. I’m adept at anal play; and he has never played down there. He seems interested in me guiding him along.

I hope someone enjoys ……

Chapter 1 – Hello There

I check into the hotel room first and send you a message with the room number. You leave your car and come to the door, which I’ve left open.

Inside the room, it’s awkward. We’re both shy and unsure what to do. I suggest that we undress and take a shower together.

You think that’s a good idea, so we take turns taking the other’s clothes off, one item at a time. We’re both feeling very self conscious and embarrassed.

Surprise Wedding Threesome Part 2 – The Next Day [FFM]

So I wanted to thank everyone for kind words from my first post[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ixcq0/surprise_wedding_threesome_mff/]. Unexpectedly I have been asked quite a few times about the orgasms the next day which I just mentioned in passing at the end. I didn’t go into detail in the last post because it was running so long already but thinking about it after being asked, while the night before was crazy and intense the next day was more relaxed and passionate and maybe equally as worthy of a story. I would recommend reading the first part in the link above if you haven’t already as it gives you a much better idea of the situation.

So without further ado, a quick recap. Eve – bubbly, chatty, curvy, filthy-minded girlfriend. Rose – tall, slim, devilish friend with the body of an angel. Me (Jay) – tall, dark haired luckiest man in the world.

The Asian Outlier in My Sexual History [Mf, interracial]

I’m a creature of habit, until I’m not. Left to my own whims, I’ll stick to a well-worn path of choices with predictable results. When I’m pushed in another direction, I find I really enjoy it but for whatever reason I have difficulty in moving myself away from my norms.

Bridgette, known as Gigi, was based in my company’s Manila office. Gigi and I had worked together for a few years before we met in-person. We had a great rapport and even engaged in some playful flirting while we had calls, which wasn’t unusual with the single women from that office. I always enjoyed their schoolgirl giggles when they first heard my deep voice.

This took place during the tail-end of the years of being able to know someone without being able to find them easily through social media. So, I’d have pictures in my mind of these Filipino girls just out of college, but I didn’t know what they actually looked like.

As time went on, it was clear Gigi and I had more chemistry than usual. I was married and Gigi asked about that very early on, but I both enjoyed playing around with her in only that way a married man can when he knows it can absolutely go nowhere real.

Shared by my wife on a weeklong work trip -part 2 [MF]

WEDNESDAY NIGHT – LATE

Haley: I have literally been shaking all night.

Me: why?

Haley: between coming and the butterflies in my stomach about Anna, I am literally on edge.
Haley: I have never been so wet

Me: so hot. You know I’d clean you up if I was there.

Haley: :)
Haley: are you going to bed?

Me: no, it’s only 9

Haley: I keep thinking it’s only a 1 hour time difference.

Me: nope
Me: uhhh guess who just texted?

Haley: Anna!?!

Me: :)
Me: she wants to meet up at the bar for a drink.

Haley: fuck. My vagina cant handle you meeting up with her tonight !

Me: lol

Haley: it’s raw

Me: worse than the weekend in Galveston?

Haley: not that bad. There is no sand this time around!

Me: do you want me to meet up with her?

Haley: I think you should. But I think you should tell her our situation….how I am into it as long as I know what is going on.

Rear Entry [Mf, creep, masturbation, anal, oral]

Mark was annoyed when he got the rear door of the McNair’s house. They were good neighbors and had helped him out in the past, but he didn’t want to have keep walking over here to check for Sam’s “important letter.” He shared a backyard property line with them and had to cross some brush that inevitably scratched his hands every fucking time. But Sam said this letter had some information he really needed while he and his wife were on vacation.

He found the magnetic key box hidden under the small back porch and unlocked the door. He walked through the kitchen and living room to check the mail on the floor under the mail slot. He picked up and sorted the mail. No letter. He put the pile on a small table next to the stairs with the rest of the mail he’d picked up the last 3 days.

It was cool and drizzly outside, so he was in no hurry to get back home. Besides Margie was on the rag and being really nasty today. Maybe he’d hang out here for a bit and watch one of the college games. Sam had a much better TV than him anyway.

Asha’s Practice [F, Oral]

They say that you should not fear the man who has practiced a thousand kicks, but you should fear the man who has practiced one kick a thousands times. This was Asha’s strategy, a singular motivation that had led her to this place. She knew that she had one shot at winning Jack’s heart, and as they also say ‘the path to a dreamboat’s heart is through his dick.’ She intended to become master of the blowjob. No guy would turn down a free blowjob, right? Even a socially barren and awkward loser like Asha wouldn’t be turned down on that offer. And once she had that one shot, she would shine. Her newly practiced abilities would be beyond compare, and before he even knew what was happening Jack would be entranced by Asha, and she would have him forever.

That was Asha’s plan. It might not be the most romantic plan, but you have to admit that it could work. What was less romantic was the nuts and bolts of developing this wondrous skill, the single well crafted strike that would render Jack’s defenses low, and deliver the future movie star into Asha’s arms. The only way to get that good at anything was practice.