I [f]ace-fucked [m]y 20-year old tenant after she wrecked my wall – part 3

First, to address the handful of people who said this is a fake story.

Did this really happen? Yes. Am I embellishing aspects of the story? Absolutely.

I don’t have the photographic memory necessary to remember every encounter I’ve ever had with this level of detail. I can remember about 80%-85% of what happened, maybe more of the hot and heavy stuff, and then I use my 32 years’ experience as a human who has interacted with other humans to fill in the blanks in an attempt to tell a compelling and cohesive story.

Writing was a big part of my therapy when my parents died, and to be honest I’ve been feeling like I’m lacking intimacy during this whole quarantine situation. Recounting these stories on paper the last couple of days has helped me feel better than I have in weeks.

So believe me, don’t believe me… it’s your prerogative. I’m enjoying my time reminiscing about some fun things that happened, and I hope anyone who’s reading enjoys my, albeit somewhat skewed, trip down memory lane. No, it didn’t all happen exactly like this. There are no jump cuts in real life, but the foundation and spirit of the stories are rooted in actual events.

[M]y moving in gi[f]t from Michelle

So this is a continuation of the me and Michelle period of my life. Following on from my first Michelle Story : [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gqtlrf/my_eventful_business_road_trip_meeting_with_a/)

A few of you have asked privately what she looked like, the only person I can think of is Victoria Roberts, who I must say, I got off too a lot many years ago : [Victoria Roberts](https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d6f72d726c75)

Michelle was maybe a little bit bigger than her, but facial features and pretty much everything else was damn near identical.

Back to the story at hand.

Michelle and I had grow pretty close over the next few weeks, and we get to point where we have the odd date here and there. We go through each others life stories and We fuck almost every night, and if we’re in my apartment, she’d leave to “go home”. We’re sure the office knows by now, but we keep it as professional as possible despite some slutty pictures here and there from the toilets.

That thrill of knowing your colleague is sitting at her desk yards away without knickers on, is one of the hottest feelings I’ve ever had.

[M]y [f]irst time with a gusher

A few years ago I had got out of a 3 year relationship. We had been together since we were young and had a lot of firsts together. She was quite a sexual girl and had tried numerous kinky things together.

Fast forward a few weeks and I’m dealing with the break up blues. I had done the dumping, but regardless I was still filled with emotions such as regret, loneliness and was super horny.

I had been working regularly at a bar with a lot of very good looking girls, and during my relationship I had been reasonably well behaved – a bit of flirting here and there, but no real contact.

Now I was single, there was a particular girl I honed in on. 19 years old (I was 21), very pretty but almost awkwardly shy and with a lack of self confidence. I went out of my way to work alongside her, talk, laugh and generally win her over. After a week or so I suggested we go out for a drink that night. She agreed.

College theater class proves very rewarding [mf] [long]

During my college senior spring, one of just two classes I took was an acting class. I just needed any credit, plus a few friends were taking it, including some girls on the cheerleading team, so I figured what the heck. Oh, and I lived in a house just a block away from the edge of campus where the theater was, making the commute to class unbeatable.

One hot, sweaty day near the end of the semester, we were performing small group scenes. The professor decided our theme would be water — namely, throwing water all over each other and staying cool. He was fun and ridiculous that way, and it really got us out of the awkwardness that sometimes stifled a theater class full of non-actors.

I don’t remember what my group’s scene was, but we all ended up standing in a line in front of our audience of classmates. I’d been one of the lucky recipients of water thrown on me, and my t-shirt was halfway off, just draped over one shoulder. Now, I’m handsome, and I’ve always stayed in decent enough shape playing intramural sports, but that semester, since I had little else to do, I’d been hitting the gym a few times a week. Nothing crazy, but dumbbell workouts had my upper body looking muscular and trim.

[F] From wife to slut

We live in Cali. We were lucky enough to miss all the misfortune that is this year and had our wedding in Dec of last year. We are still in our honeymoon phase. Our marriage was an arrange marriage but we had quite a bit of time to decide if we want to go ahead with it. My family introduced me to this really nice guy(now my husband) about a year before we tied the knot. When we first started speaking to each other, both of us were shy to start off. He was a fit tall Indian dude working in cali, I worked in Boston. So most of our conversations were over the phone. We tried our best to meet once a month, but it was always very formal. He was a tall brown dude who was fit. I did play volleyball and was also a runner. Id like to think I have a great ass. As months went by I got comfortable being around him, but he was still the same stuck up dude. I did like him tho. In March we had an engagement ceremony in Mumbai, for close friends and family. That when he started to open up be more loose.

Gagged my wi[f]e with cu[m], unexpected

Quick story. My wife and I have a pretty normal, healthy sex life. Nothing too wild most or unusual most of the time but very satisfying. She is really good at giving oral and can take me all the way pretty easily, I’m avg (6 in). She is in control when she does this, she is not into being gagged or face fucked or anything. I love it though. She is fine with cumming in her mouth, she typically pulls back a little, collects it and spits. Occasionally a swallow but I really could care less normally.

Anyway, one Friday evening a number of years back I went to a bachelor party about a 2 hour drive away. Of course there was a stripper there, and she was pretty hot and very nasty. Dancing around of course and shoving dildo’s down her throat, up her ass and pussy. Great show, no one did anything with the stripper, not that kind of story. I got home that night super worked up from the show, my wife was asleep. Normally I would beat off but I went to sleep. The next day was filled with family time and chores all day, then I had to do some remote work from home in the evening. Again no sex, no beating off for whatever reason. Sunday was another very busy day. I had not cleaned the pipes since Thurday night and was horny the entire day, still thinking about the stripper, thinking about my wife, etc.

I did something bad tonight, honey.’ (Part 4) [MF]

*You can find the third part of my story here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/grmlma/i_did_something_bad_tonight_honey_part_3_mf/*

*Short summary: after getting fingered by a stranger in a club, my fiancée was slowly introducing the idea of me watching her take another man’s cock. Finally she had gotten me to confess that I wanted her to go out and get fingered by a stranger again…*

As the big day was getting closer, Marie started to visibly get more nervous. She would ask me several times a day whether I was sure about our little plan and telling me to just say a word to her if I would change my mind – even last minute. I tried my best to calm her down and tell her that she should just go for it like we had talked about. In a way it was really hot that she wanted me to confirm it over and over again. It was almost like handing her to an unknown stranger, bit by bit, question by question.

The Roommates

When I started college, I lived in the dorms with three other guys. We were all freshmen but that was pretty much where the similarities ended. The guy straight across the hall from me was some crazy mix of goth and emo—he wore eye makeup and dark clothes but listened to whiny Fall Out Boy and was vegan. The guy next door to him was a dorky dork—you know the type, watches a lot of anime, sketches a lot of anime, has Samurai swords up on his bedroom wall and a poster of Neo on his door. Then there was the stereotypical jock that was next to me. Brock. Our college didn’t even have a football team but I swear to you Brock carried a football around all the time, just like in an 80’s teenage rom-com. He worked out at the university gym a couple of hours every day, the food in the fridge of his was your standard baked chicken and broccoli with brown rice. He was working on a communications degree, or something like that, and was always very friendly and happy. He maybe wasn’t the brightest but that was fine with me. I could tolerate rap music through the wall if it meant having one semi-normal person in my dorm room. We ended up getting along so well that we roomed together our sophomore and junior years at college as well. Come senior year we decided to keep a good thing going and get an apartment together. We worked really well as roommates because we didn’t hang out socially, we both cleaned up after ourselves and we were both respectful to one another when we had exams coming up or company coming over. Senior year flew by and we both graduated. He had an internship at the local radio station as soon as we graduated, so he wanted to keep the apartment. I had a job lined up as well so we agreed to keep living together. Halfway through the first year after college, he got a girlfriend. Not just any girlfriend. A really fucking hot girlfriend.

How I became a sissy [MFm]

Just found this sub and thought I should give you my story!

I discovered I love trap and sissy things. I discovered Hypnos early on and I would steal dirty panties from my female friends and wear them like that. Well I started seeing one of those girls I stole panties from, and not long after we started dating, she told me she know what I had done.

Well I froze up and didn’t really know what to do or say. Well she took that as me admitting to it. Well I was pretty skinny at this point, 140lbs and I was 5’8. That meant she could dress me in her clothes, which is what she did. Day after day she did this. I would go over, strip down, and she would always have an outfit waiting. Well it wasn’t too long, maybe a week or so of this and she ordered what looked like a small c cup set of fake boobs for me to wear to fill out her bra. That then led to the long red haired wig she got for me.

[Str8; Mf(F); Voy] Cause for concern? – part 3

I join Mikey and Alice for dinner. We eat in the large kitchen/diner/living area that takes up much of the rear of the house. There is also a formal dining room, but that gets used only for entertaining and special occasions.

I look across the table at Alice. She has taken off her apron and I notice how her halter top shows off her 34B breasts. There’s even a distinct prominence where her nipples press against the thin cotton. Has Mikey noticed? Of course he has! He’d need to be blind not to. I look at Mikey and he smiles at me. Was I staring at my daughter’s breasts? I feel myself blush a little.

To move things on, I ask Alice how was her day at school and we get chatting about the usual trivia, while we eat.

When we are finished, I go to the gym while Mikey washes up. Alice goes to her room, to do whatever teenagers do in their bedrooms.