The Birthday Card [MFF]

**Background**
My wife’s best friend, Michelle, lives out in the country over an hours drive away. Sometimes she gets casual work in the city and to save on travel time she stays at our house for the duration of her work. This happens a few times a year.
When she is over she sometimes eats dinner with us of an evening, then heads off to her room for a relatively early night. Her job has an early start, so this is understandable.
This happened a few years ago now. My wife, Michelle and myself were all in our mid to late 40s at the time.
To read how this all started, please see my earlier post: [The Surprise](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65jej1/ffm_the_surprise_unintentional_exhibition/)

**My Wife’s Birthday**
It was a few days after my wife’s birthday and Michelle was staying over for 3 nights while she worked in the city. I can’t remember what she gave my wife as a present (probably clothes of some sort), but I can remember the card. It wasn’t one that was easy to forget, and definitely wasn’t one to leave on the mantle piece for others to see. The front cover had a naked man on it sitting forward on a chair. He was very buff and had a huge (soft) cock. The heading on it was “There’s only one thing better than a man with a willy down to his knees…”

Ariel takes on four [Group]

Four cocks, six loads. Four whiskey slaps. Two Andrews.

But let’s back up.

It took a long time to arrange this. At one point, we had an entirely different group of guys. I’ve posted about Ariel twice now – we’ve been getting together regularly since mid-September. We’ve had two threesomes (both MFM) and are now looking to cross my fantasy (FFM) off the list. However, in between these, I wanted to treat her to a gangbang.

Group sex is hard to organize. Getting responses is tough in the first place. I’m well aware my own local subreddits either hate me because I’ve been successful in meeting women, or they believe I’m making everything up. Which, sure, I can understand how someone’s good fortune may be frustrating. I like to write about my adventures because in a lot of ways I’m an exhibitionist. I’m terrified of being recognized by colleagues or friends, so I keep myself unidentifiable in photos (tattoos and a scar make it hard) but stories give me a lot more freedom. That being said, they’re absolutely 100% true. And if Brian, Andrew, or Andrew want to chime in here, they’re welcome to!
So yeah, finding participants is tough. Some guys hilariously send a message simply saying, “Tits?” Yes, dude. She has tits. Next!

Meeting his demands [MF]

My friend R and I have been fuck buddies for almost a year now, and we have a bit of a Dom/sub thing going on. At first, it was mostly my interest (I’m the sub), and R was just willing to play along. But now, he enjoys the power play just as much as I do, and has gotten WAY more comfortable in that role – which is equally scary and arousing :)

My 29th birthday was in late September, and as a “celebration,” R promised to give me 29 spankings the next time we got together. I joked that he would never be able to reach 29 because his own hand would be hurting. As punishment for teasing him, R tacked on 6 more spankings to the tally, and assured me that he’d use a variety of tools to do the job – my hairbrush, his belt, or a paddle (which we purchased on a previous weekend). Over the next couple of weeks, R added on spankings every time he saw fit. Each time he did, I felt both nervous and turned on by it. I admit, I like being spanked – it gets me wet really quickly, and the mental “game” of being under someone else’s control is so arousing for me. However, 30+ spankings is going to hurt a lot, no matter how much you like it.

Weekend at the Beach [M] [F] [f] [cheat] [mast] [oral] [swallow]

My girlfriend and her best friend decided we should go to the beach. I love my girlfriend, but we’ve been together 12 years and things have fizzled out in certain departments … if you catch my drift. Her best friend is Korean and smoking hot. She’s fit, thick but in a petit little package.

She’s 4’11 and can’t weigh more than 100 pounds. Her name is Hye. She’s also much, much younger than we are.

So, we book a three day weekend at a nearby beach and load up our cars with all the necessary stuff … but Hye’s boyfriend, Joseph, cancelled last minute because he got sick. So, it was just the three of us.

You’re probably thinking: Threesome! But, yeah, right. Tammy, my girlfriend, would NEVER go for something that cool. She’s a prude — big time. The first time I asked if I could cum on her tits, her eyes grew wide and she said, “Ew! Why?” I had to explain that it was a turn on for some guys.

“None of my past boyfriends wanted to do that! They were romantic and sweet. That seems … gross and vile.”

Jacked off with a guy at a nude beach [mm]

First off, I am a pretty straight minded guy, but have recently found the joys of discreet man play. Only light stuff like stroking and oral. Like showing off and seeing other cocks.

One Saturday I planned a little day trip down the coast (northern california) for some mountain biking and beach time after. Lucky for me there are some great trails on the coast just a few miles from some great nude beaches.

After an awesome ride, drove along the coast to the beach. I’ve known about this one for a long time, but this was my first time there. Overall, have been to 2 other nude beaches, guess you can say that I am pretty much a nudist now, ha. Love being naked, free, sun on your entire body. Pulling up amd finding a spot i had no intentions of hooking up, just stripping down, being watched…watching others.

[MF] Massage Exchange

Last year I was looking to get a new massage from someone new. I perused add for therapeutic massage to see who was available. I have learned over time that for a great massage with a little extra there are certain things to look for in the adds. The primary thing to look at are the pictures.

1. If all the pictures are half naked women, you are probably offered extra services, but there is an up charge, or the women don’t match the picture and give horrible massages.

2. If there are no pictures that are of a sexier nature you are more than likely looking at someone that only does massage and no more.

3. Then there are the ads that have a couple pictures to show what they look like and are very tasteful, and one sexy picture thrown in to let you know that there is more that maybe available at there discretion. Such as a picture of them on the beach in a bikini, or a selfie in the mirror of themselves after a work out showing of there sexy body.

That one time in college [f] [mmmmmmm] [bukkake] [cheat] [oral] [mast]

Stephanie was my best friend. It sucked being in the friendzone with someone who I wanted to fuck so badly, but on the other side of the equation, I got to hear a lot of her intimate sexy stories. She often opened up with me when she got too drunk.

We’d sit around in my apartment talking about the good ol’ days and how we used to be so wild and crazy. There was nothing off limits, which meant I had a lot of mental material for when she’d leave and I’d jerk off.

This particular evening, I told her the story of how I got my first blowjob. I was a nervous wreck and the story ended with me jerking off into the girls mouth.

“Did she swallow?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“That’s good.”

“Do you swallow?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah. I love it. Unless the guy cums on my face.”

“You let guys do that?” I asked.

She giggled, “You need a better girlfriend. Of course I do. In fact … there was this one time when …”

His Name was Richard [f] [M] [oral] [anal] [squirt] [cum]

You’re asking me: How do you know his name was Richard? And I’ll tell you: I went to the mail room and looked at his mail box. I got his last name, got on Google and searched. Bam. Richard. 47.

He was a silver fox. He had short but stylish silver hair and a beard to match, muscles — so many muscles! And a few old tattoos on his forearms. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to fuck me. But I was too shy.

My parents bought me the apartment when I enrolled in college. They rented it out for two years and then, this year when I became a junior, I moved into it. My very own place!

I saw Richard on my first night in the studio apartment. He was on his balcony smoking a pipe. A pipe of all things. I thought, this guy is probably an author. Didn’t hurt my fantasy when he sat down and pulled out a thick book.

I started thinking about his cock and I wondered if it was as thick as the book he was reading. I just needed an in. I’m shy, okay? Too shy. I’m not like the girls in my school who send guys a pic of their tits and say “come over.”

Letting it all hang out: [M]y future wi[F]e and her [F]reshman roommate

… some good times in college from a long time back!

The first glimpse:

This all starts at the beginning of freshman year. I’d just got to college and about a week in, I’d met everyone on my dorm floor but was still getting to know people. Naturally, I was especially interested in getting to know the freshman girls. This one particular night, after some or other social event, I and an upperclassman guy were chatting with Kate and Monica, two seemingly pleasant and attractive first-year soccer players who shared a room. It was late and they’d already changed into pyjamas — Monica in shorts and t-shirt and Kate in a short-legged onsie-type thing. They were sitting on a couple of bean bag chairs on the far side of their room and me and the other guy were standing in the doorway, and we were just chatting about random stuff — classes, home, people we knew. Turned out Kate and I were from the same state and Kate vaguely knew a couple of my friends from back home. Kate was a little restless and was shifting around on the chair. We were getting on to talk about some of Monica’s classes when I noticed in the corner of my eye that Kate’s legs were a little apart and the onesie had shifted itself to one side. A cute splash of golden curls with a little slit below were plainly visible. It was quite clear Kate had no idea she was doing this and there was a moment where I could have interrupted to alert her, but I couldn’t think of a tactful way to describe the situation, and then it seemed too late to do so. If the other guy had noticed anything, he made no sign, so I attempted to just ignore it and follow the conversation, while the sight of Kate’s pretty pussy continued to decorate my peripheral vision until she shifted again a few minutes later. After half an hour or so, with a few more glimpses as Kate got tired and slouched low in the chair, we all called in a night.

Sexy high school reunion led to sexy meta storytime – let [m]e know i[f] you want more! [meta]

So I’d just walked into my 10th High School reunion party when I saw her. Jenny Jones (not her real name, because her real name is Sarah Smith and she’d probably be annoyed about it being used in a dirty story online), my all-time HS crush. She was an unidentifyable mix of French and Asian and Black and Canadian and Jewish, she stood between 5’0” and 6’1”, with long thick slender legs and impossibly-perky antigravity-enabled tits that my cyborg-vision instantly identified as being perfect natural DD’s. Her flawless skin was pale like moonlight while also sporting a perfectly-smooth tan that definitely came from working outdoors rather than a tanning bed, and her makeup was bold and tastefully understated.

Jenny had been the captain of our schools volleyball team and soccer team and cheer squad and chess club, and had the ass and brains to match. I’d been madly in love with her when we were teens, but back then I was totally invisible to girls like her. We’d kept in loose contact on Facebook, and I’d come to really respect and admire her for her inspiring work to save orphans while also competing at the national level in woman’s synchronized diving, but it was clear she’d never forgotten her small-town roots, because her dirty pickup truck had a novelty license-plate holder that read “I’VE NEVER FORGOTTEN MY SMALL-TOWN ROOTS” and it was in her Instagram profile pic.