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#—Chapter Three—
*Author’s note: Only one scene left to write before the official book release! Don’t worry, the whole story will continue to be posted here, aside from the bonus novella and scene. Thanks again for reading and for all your comments!*
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See the prologue to this here – https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6z8d7g/a_new_player_has_entered_the_game_mf/
As I left Kerry’s flat that day, I did think I had maybe pushed it too far – kissing the 2 of them in front of each other and telling them I wanted a threesome could have easily ended with me getting a slap…but it didn’t. There were a few hours of nothing, then I got added to a group chat (where, I assume, most 3somes get arranged these days) between myself, Kerry and Kat. We quickly set a date…or dates – Kerry’s flat in a couple of Fridays time with the intention of being there for a good portion of the weekend.
The group chat was a good way to arrange things. Both girls were enthusiastic about it, and it was a good way to set boundaries or discuss any concerns etc. The upshot was there weren’t really any boundaries, none of us are into anything ‘extreme’ so that wasn’t a worry and we agreed that anyone who got uncomfortable could just say and step out of the situation. Also, if I don’t mention it below then just assume condoms were used, and changed, between positions/holes/girls.
I also used the group chat to play the girls off against one another – repeatedly pointing out to Kerry about how hard Kat could take it in her ass, and mentioned to Kat about Kerry’s impressive lack of a gag reflex. I also had separate FaceTime sex sessions with both girls where I was directing them exactly what to do – getting Kat to show me how she would use toys on her ass, and getting Kerry to show me how she was training her ass to relax.
There was also another moment at work – Kat and I ended up in a meeting together about 3 days before ‘3 Day’ (as we’d christened it). At the end she asked if she could chat to me about something else as others left the room, she stood up and leant back against the door and then told me how horny she’d been sitting opposite me knowing what we had planned for the weekend. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and told me to see how horny she was. As tempting as it was, this was a perfect moment for a powerplay – I slowly walked up to her, got very close to her ear and said “No” as I pulled her skirt back down. I got a message calling me a cunt (in a nice British way) as I got back to my desk.
Continuation of First time [FF] https://redd.it/72wlqw
As I lay there in bliss I heard the front door slam. We both jumped, fixed our shirts, and did our best to regroup. We had to join the rest of the house for dinner and did our very best to not look completely guilty and flirtatious but I must admit, the danger of being caught filled me with adrenaline. We sat next to each other at dinner and it was pretty easy to play the “new best friend card” to giggle and joke and lean into each other without being completely obvious. After dinner we decided to watch a movie in the living room. We sat near each other but not next to each other. This wasn’t working in my favor so I said I was cold and escaped to my room to find my smallest blanket. Upon my return she perked up and said “Oh a blanket! Would you mind sharing?” I plopped on the couch next to her, really close, so we could share the undersized blanket. After we got comfortable and the attention of the room was directed back at the movie I slowly slid my hand across her lap. She looked at me, eyes wide with surprise and tried to move my hand. She was afraid to get caught; so was I but my desire to touch her was far more powerful.
Oliver stepped out of the pool having just finished his laps. His chest was heaving and his muscles felt like they were on fire. Swimming was hard work these days but he just loved the feeling of his muscles pulled tight beneath his skin. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and thoughts of what he was going to do with Lyn that afternoon had him feeling fantastic.
He spied her on the banks on the far side of the pool. She was lying on her stomach, tanning in her bikini and reading her book. A teenager walked past her readjusting his crotch as he not-so-subtly checked her out. As he got closer Oliver had to admit the guy had good reason to. Lyn’s toned legs were glistening from the tanning oil and her skin shone golden brown in the sun. Her bikini bottom was riding up her butt cheeks giving everyone who walked past a good view of her tight behind. Her legs were slightly spread and those who were game enough to stare could see the fabric of her bikini clinging delicately to the outline of her pussy.
*(This is long, but I think the sex is really good and thorough once it builds to it.)*
Through I series of terrible circumstances I found myself knocking on a stranger’s door on a dark, warm October night with nothing in my possession but a small bag and an overcoat. My heart was thundering in my chest. My parents had been missing for three weeks. They were gambling addicts, and drug addicts, too–graduating, finally, to meth. We all knew it was dangerous, but they hadn’t been able to resist the urge to follow that sparkling thread into the shadows, and at the end of it there had been something that fed on them. Well-off people don’t realize: if you stumble outside of the law, there are monsters waiting for you. I’d had the horrific realization that I’d never find out what, exactly, happened to them. I was terrified it would happen to me. I was just eighteen and three weeks ago I’d been thinking about going back to my senior year of highschool.
*(This is long, but I think the sex is really good and thorough once it builds to it.)*
Through I series of terrible circumstances I found myself knocking on a stranger’s door on a dark, warm October night with nothing in my possession but a small bag and an overcoat. My heart was thundering in my chest. My parents had been missing for three weeks. They were gambling addicts, and drug addicts, too–graduating, finally, to meth. We all knew it was dangerous, but they hadn’t been able to resist the urge to follow that sparkling thread into the shadows, and at the end of it there had been something that fed on them. Well-off people don’t realize: if you stumble outside of the law, there are monsters waiting for you. I’d had the horrific realization that I’d never find out what, exactly, happened to them. I was terrified it would happen to me. I was just eighteen and three weeks ago I’d been thinking about going back to my senior year of highschool.
When you’re fit and fast, running is the most exhilarating sport. The unspoken spiritual connections of other runners on the team enhance my run. My right toe leaves the ground; left foot stretches in front of me. The outside of my left heel makes ground contact. It starts to roll from heel to toe; my lungs push the used oxygen out of my body. Air rushing past my ears enhances the feeling of speed and power. Right knee bends lifting my foot starting it forward, arms swinging in opposite directions. Moving over my planted left foot the thigh muscle prepares for the push. Sweat fills my shirt as it drips off my face and neck. Lungs fill with fresh air as my left calf, thigh and butt push my body forward. The speed is effortless; I fly as my left foot leaves the ground and right stretches to meet it. My running partner and I are in sync our bodies moving together as we chat during the training run. The team picks up the pace as we enter the last mile of the run. We gauge our bodies and measure our effort for the last push. Running is not a sport of chance, there is no bounce of the ball or luck of the draw. The rewards are the direct result of hard effort and exact preparedness. The pace quickness the finish nears. For some every training run is a competition, others save it for race day. Both methods work for each unique individual. We push the last few 100 yards ending in a flourish. We walk with hands on our hips breathing in fresh air. Once it’s over, the recovery takes hold. The universal feeling of accomplishment is clear on the smiles of all the faces. The captain pats the butt of each team member signifying a job well done.
I had been patiently waiting for what seemed like an eternity, watching as the lights in the house gradually cut off; first in the childs bedroom, then the living room and kitchen, and finally the master bedroom. I knew the routine by now. I had been studying her for a week and very little ever changed.
I knew that in about 15 minutes she would come back out of the bedroom and sit down at her computer. She took the time after her husband dozed off to explore her darker fantasies on the internet, and that was what I was waiting for. When she logged on tonight, I intended to show her just how dangerous those dark fantasies could get. My breathing and my groin both got a little harder at the thought. I was going to show that little tease what real pain was all about.
I lost myself in my own dark fantasies while I stared through my binoculars, waiting for the dim glow of the computer monitor to highlight her face. I knew it would only be a matter of time before she was flushed and sweating, squirming in her chair and wishing her vanilla husband would come out and punish her for all the nasty, perverted things she was reading about… fantasizing about doing with him.
Warning–this is long.
A few years ago, a friend and I went on a summer trip to Italy. We had not been romantic in any way prior to the trip. I had just gotten out of a toxic relationship, and the two of us simply meshed well. We were not close friends, and in fact did not know each other well at all. But Nicky’s youthful energy and enthusiasm for life and travel was just what I needed at a fairly dark time in my life, and without her presence in my life I likely would have spent a much longer time self-medicating with alcohol.
She had always wanted to visit Italy, and proposed just such a trip on a whim. It had been years since I’d taken any time off work so I agreed, and booked flights for us as well as lodging at the Capri Palace Hotel, an upscale resort on the island of Capri. Feeling caught up in Nicky’s enthusiasm for the trip, I reserved the Athena Suite, an exceptionally nice room with a private pool and garden. With that, Nicky took control of the trip planning, making reservations for meals and entertainment.
My heart beat faster when I saw what time it was. I’d been pacing around the villa, cool in spite of the tropical heat outside, for the last half hour having long since finished preparing for her to arrive. My flight had had got in hours before hers, so I’d traveled alone to the resort to wait for her but knew that now she must be getting close.
Half an hour later I heard voices coming towards the secluded villa, one of them was a voice I’d only ever heard during hushed phone calls and knew it was her. She thanked someone unknown letting them know she could manage the rest of the way. The knock at the door was like electricity running through me and I felt the familiar mix of excitement and apprehension I always get before first meeting a girl.
I opened the door, and saw Rhea in in the flesh for the first time.
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Ok, over dramatised start to the story aside, I need to give you some back story. I know why you’re reading this, but stick with me for a little bit because this is a little left of center.