[MF] [Cheating] No physical intimacy, but a lot of naughtiness, hoping for something more

This story takes place over the span of almost a year. I first met Nicholas through work. Our first conversation was over the phone, when we were discussing a case I had been assigned to. He’s an outside lawyer, and I work for a corporation that was involved in some litigation. My predecessor had retained him, and we were all on a conference call to transition the matter to me. As I was listening to his voice over the speakerphone, something about it made me want to look up his public profile to see his photo. I typed his name into my phone and found him. Handsome, early 40s, long hair. *Interesting,* I thought. There aren’t many big firm lawyers with that look, and during my time at the company, I certainly hadn’t encountered any that looked like THAT. The thought *This could be fun* crossed my mind.

UPDATE: Further into the rabbit hole and through the looking glass too WTF??? [MF] [cheating]

Fastest update ever! Here’s part one:

I fell into the rabbit hole and I don’t ever want to leave [MF] [cheating] from gonewildstories

The morning after Marissa and I had our stoner night out she was the first thought in my head when I opened my eyes. I was hard as a rock remembering shooting my cum into her mouth. I didn’t want to jerk off and don’t even bother to try with the wife anymore so I just went about my day until about 11 when I folded and decided to text Marissa against my better judgment.

I simply texted “Hi blazin buddy! Hope you had a great breakfast with mom. How’s your lips? I had a great time hanging out with you last night.” The lips were a problem because they were chapped and all our kissing did not help. The response was immediate “Hey hey : ) Morning (lips kissing emoji) I had a wonderful time as well.” We went back and forth for a few minutes and I told her I would try to see her again soon. That pause in texting lasted about 2 hours.

I fell into the rabbit hole and I don’t ever want to leave [MF] [cheating]

To those of you who read my only other submission I sincerely apologize for never updating. I don’t think the follow up could ever compare to what happened. But maybe someday. Also this is super fresh and I apologize for the long intro if ya just came here to bust a nut. I feel ya but I’m still gonna type out this book. This is ‘Merica and you don’t have to read it. Moving along…

Oh and BTW yeah I got pics! But imgur is down to new accounts so I will edit and add soon as possible.

I’m 34, in a shitty marriage, but apparently not going anywhere anytime soon, and until 6 months ago had never cheated. My only other submission details that still ongoing escapade. I see no reason to go into irrelevant details so I’m gonna get straight to the heart of the matter.

[MF] That night in his dorm was the first time I came

I will never forget that night.
He and I were best friends senior year of high school but he had been trying to catch my attention since sophomore year. Our relationship was a deep one, it consisted of us really opening up to each other, getting high together, talking about life, dreams, goal, all that. We also dated, but we were really immature at the time, so it was short lived. We couldn’t stay away from each other. And would still hang out everyday. Like best friends. But he would always get jealous about me talking to anyone Elsie We never had sex because I didn’t want to. (That’s just not how I was ) we stopped taking because I began dating someone after we graduated and he went off to college. We were suppose to go off together because we got into the same school, but I decided to wait a semester and attend somewhere else. He tried to get in touch with me many times through the years. But I didn’t speak to
Him our of respect for my SO, because the bond we had was special and I didn’t want any old feelings to come back.
Three years later and there we were …

[MF] That night in his dorm…

I will never forget that night.
He and I were best friends senior year of high school. Our relationship was a deep one, it consisted of us really opening up to each other, getting high together, talking about life, dreams, goal, all that. We also dated, but we were really immature at the time, so it was short lived. We couldn’t stay away from each other. And would still hang out everyday. Like best friends. But he would always get jealous about me talking to anyone Elsie We never had sex because I didn’t want to. (That’s just not how I was ) we stopped taking because I began dating someone after we graduated and he went off to college. We were suppose to go off together because we got into the same school, but I decided to wait a semester and attend somewhere else. He tried to get in touch with me many times through the years. But I didn’t speak to
Him our of respect for my SO, because the bond we had was special and I didn’t want any old feelings to come back.
Three years later and there we were …

My Brief Affair With a Colleague [FM][cheating]

I’ve had many, many women in my life but recently thoughts of Clare obsess me. I keep reliving my brief time with her all those years ago.

This all happened in 1975 or 76, I can’t remember exactly now. I was twenty-one at the time.

I landed a new job as a trainee manger in an electrical warehouse in one of the six Potteries towns, here in the U.K.. First day there I immediately noticed Clare. Just nineteen, she worked in accounts. Beautiful more than pretty; shoulder length chestnut hair, a hint of last years tan; large grey eyes ad wide mouth, strong nose. Barely five-one, I reckon a size ten. Nice arse and tits. A real tidy little package,

There was something about her that really piqued my interest, the way she looked me directly in the eye, the way she was so physically present in the world. Even though I thought her stunning, I judged her skirts way to short for the work place. I can’t blame her showing legs off, though: they were exceptional. I would try to catch a glimpse of them whenever I visited her office.

[MF] The Ride Of Her Life – Part 1

**The Ride of Her Life.**

This is the first part in a new series I am writing. This is my first time back writing after a break that has lasted almost seven years. Please feel free to leave feedback, send me DMs, and offer future plot twist.

It had been weeks since she last saw him, and now here she was, riding bitch on the back of his Harley as they headed into the countryside for his club’s weekly party. Their destination was still over half an hour away, and was tucked back into the hills. The “cave” as they liked to call it was on the backside of a small mountain, and was nothing more than a huge opening in the side of the mountain. A little farm house sat near the cave, and was owned by the leader of the biker club, Frank.

[Fm] My first time : Long since though

This is a true story. I’m writing it in a story-like fashion for you guys, but it’s true, every bit of it. I had gone to Bali with my family on a vacation, and I was enjoying my time there. I’m an Asian kid. So one day, me and my family went rafting and had a hell of a time. After rafting, we were all wet, and had to dry ourselves and change into fresh clothes.
The company running the rafting had set up a drying stall, where there would be a line of doors each containing a room the size of a changing room. One could go in, get changed, dry up, dress and wounds and come out. There were like 50 stalls, so it was just nice for each batch of rafters.

All the doors were made of wood, and were pretty old, so one had to use some muscle to get the locks to work. I was passing through, trying to find an unoccupied stall, when I found one unlocked. I pushed it open and in front of me stood an immensely beautiful, tall, slim, white woman with long black hair wearing just a soppy wet pair of shorts and a bra.
I was shocked, scared and embarrassed. In the shock of the moment, I couldn’t find my senses to walk away. I just stood there, looked towards the ground and apologized profusely.

[MM] Part 2. My second sexual adventure with man/man sex. [MM]

After my experience in the Airstream with the 50 year old, I knew I wanted to keep exploring and experimenting.
I researched sex clubs and bathhouses on the internet and found a local gay bathhouse that sounded interesting. I made a call and asked some questions and poured over their website. This was something I decided I wanted to do.
I got to the building around 10pm. I parked and took a walk down the street and smoked a joint to loosen up a bit. I stepped over a homeless guy and opened the door to the place. I was greeted with a locker room smell when I first opened the door. I paid the skinny little guy at the front and he gave me a towel, a room key and a baggy with a couple of condoms and some lube in it. He buzzed me in and I made my way to my room. The hallway was dark but lit dimly with red light. I passed a few men in the hallway wearing towels and noticed a guy sitting on a bench at the end of the hall with his hand under his towel and a good sized tent pole going.
The room was pretty drab. Thin mattress, shitty tv with a remote that had a few porn channels, a shelf and coat hooks to hang your clothes.
I could hear the porn playing on the TV on the rooms on either side of me. I thought I heard sex sounds in the room on the left but wasn’t sure.
I sat on the bed flipping through the bad porn channels and got my courage up to walk out and explore.
I hit the shower and was real excited to see other naked guys showering also but I had the feeling that sexual contact was encouraged there, also nobody seemed to want to make eye contact.
I explored the place a bit. I found a darkened room with gay porn playing on a wide screen and four or five guys jerking off. It seemed kind of boring…nobody was interacting.
I found a “blow job” rooms where you walk up a ramp and push your cock and balls through an 12″ hole and the guy below will suck you off. There was only a couple guys in here and they all seemed to be pretending that nobody else was there. No cocks were being sucked. There really wasn’t anything exciting about it.