Valentine Lingerie Party [Str8, Les, exh, swing, creampie, cheat, cuck]

My girlfriend and I went to a lingerie party on Valentine’s day. It was hosted by a friend of hers who has always been a bit wild. Candice and I met in college and have been dating exclusively for five years. She keeps hinting that she wants to get married, and lately the hints are less subtle and more, “oh lets go check out these engagement rings in this jewelry store.” I definitely love her and I’m sure she’s the one, and I’ve bought a ring. I just haven’t popped the question yet.

In college we were both kind of nerdy and overweight. When she got a job right out of school, she made some new friends who convinced her to start dieting and exercising. She lost 40 lbs. Her waist shrank, but her boobs stayed pretty big. I’m not complaining, because I get to play with them every day. She also started experimenting with makeup more, and bleached her hair blond. I noticed all the changes and it made me self conscious so I joined the gym too. I’ve lost 30 lbs and I’ve put on a lot of muscle, but I got a later start and its been a bit slower for me. So Candice has gone from like a 6 to (no lie) an absolute 10, and I’ve gone from a 5 to maybe a 7.5. Candice started telling people to call her Candy, so now I feel like I’m dating a porn star.

Camping Threesome (ffm) Part 2

Link to Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/49mpax/camping_threesome_ffm/

I was still so disoriented at this point especially since this was my first experience with more than one partner AND my first experience with a female. Stacy had made out with girls before, but it had never gone any further than that. While we were in the bathroom, I put on my best sober face and calmly asked Stacy was was happening. “What? It’s fun, isn’t it?” was her response. I suppose in that context, I decided that since it was no big deal to her, it was probably no big deal to Eric, and it should be no big deal to me. “Let’s go back for round 2,” she coaxed. We held hands on our walk back to our tent, partially because we were drunk and trying to help each other walk a straight line, and partially because it seemed awkward not to have contact with one another when we both knew what we were walking toward.

“Entertaining” Businessmen in Room 1032 (F/M/M)

I arrived at the hotel late Thursday evening – maybe 10 pm. The wedding wasn’t ‘til Saturday, but I always like to have a free day in a new town to explore a bit and maybe find some trouble (nothing more freeing than being where nobody knows your name haha). I wobbled into the lobby, a bit tired and a bit (a lot?) drunk. I went to the airport straight from work, so I flew looking fine af haha – a classy midi dress with a white lacey top, sporting a sweetheart neckline (my tits looked great), and a tight blue, floral skirt (plus 4 inch heels) – which meant free drinks ahoy.

I checked in and head to the elevator where I stood waiting with 5 drunk businessmen. It took them a while to notice me standing there. Eventually they glanced behind themselves, then the glances became full-on eye-fucking. I heard the groans of approval that only drunk men utter in public.

“Looks like the entertainment’s arrived,” someone said. They all chuckled. I gave an exaggerated wink.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” one of the older men said.

“Hey yourself, handsome.” He beamed.

Jackson [MFM?]

Jackson

I had lost two stupid cases in as many preceding days. I wasted time after I got home from work because a girl that works in my office, that I have had sex with, said in her emailed invitation to happy hour that it went until 7. So I changed into my finest lumberjack/hipster/skater attire, drank two medium-sized glasses of rye whiskey alone, and ambled down the sidewalk to the designated bar which is five blocks from my house.

Arrival at 7:15 and nobody was there with the exception of a young woman from my office who was still attired in her somewhat ill-fitting suit from doing her own trial that day. She informed me that the others had been there, but had left prior to 7pm, babies.

I think I’ve become a couple’s fuck-buddy (m/f/f)

I met up with this couple about a month ago for a threesome, the link for that story is here:

https://m.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/44omi5/i_fucked_three_people_in_one_night_and_my_first/

He contacted me saying that they were both keen on hooking up again, so we organised for me to go over his house last night. He’s living with his parents at the moment, and they know me, which meant I had to be sneaky coming into the house. We went up to his room and his girlfriend was lying on his bed wearing very revealing underwear. He and I took off our clothes and got into the bed, with him in the middle. There was a bit of making out between the three of us, our hands grabbing and rubbing what we could reach, but it wasn’t long until she pulled his dick out and started sucking on it. I kissed him a bit more, until she told me I should help her lick, so she and I both licked up and down his cock, our tongues and mouths meeting every so often. We all got naked at some point during all of that.

Had my [M] first jerk off buddy [M] today, things escalated quickly

TL;DR: found a jerk off buddy after a year of looking at this stuff, but the jo bud part lasted 10 minutes before it goes into make out, kissing, bj and 69. Did satisfied both my jo bud and bi-curious side in an hour, feel good now!

First off, its been almost a year that i stumbled onto r/jobuds subreddit and since then I was hooked to the stories and the community. I had a few jerk off sessions on kik in and off during the year.

I lurked on craigslist last week because I wanted to “get done with it once and for all” and actually do a real jo session with another. Found a guy that was about my age and shape, but the wording of the post sounded that he was more gay than straight bi-curious. I didnt mind because im a bit bi-curious so i wouldn’t have minded if during the jo session we would stroke each other.

The Hot But [F]orbidden Fruit; [M]y Exes Brother P2

I’m obviously enjoying writing and sharing this, not to mention making myself wet reliving it, so i decided to pretty much get straight on writing the next bit.

So i woke up the day i was supposed to pick Sam up from the airport excited and nervous and a little concerned that things would be weird, we hadn’t seen each other since before this started. I drove to pick him up and couldn’t stop staring at him, i couldn’t look away from the way his body moved against his clothing. I tried to snap myself out of it when i found out his aunt and uncle had arranged to have breakfast with him, which of course i’d be going to as i was his ride home.

Sam and i (naturally) sat next to each other and soon i felt his leg brushing against mine, which sent a jolt straight between my legs and made me catch my breath, as ridiculous as that sounded from such a small touch. At that point i knew there wasn’t going to be awkwardness, and that we were going to be fine, however that didn’t answer the question of how we were going to get away with it. I began to press my leg back against his, and soon felt his hand lightly caressing my thigh, which sent me out of my mind. I began to feel my juices soaking my panties, and excused myself before things became obvious to his aunt and uncle.

Story from my old job/ My manager who became my domme (M/F, bdsm/femdom, long)

This is the part 2 of this story. You can find part one in my submitted posts.
After what had happened between us, there wasn’t much sexual intimacy for a while. I stayed with her now and then, we’d cuddle, laugh, play Mario kart. But regardless of that, she still considered me to be her sub and considered herself to be my domme. I was totally fine with that, it was honestly really nice and stable. I was always curious why she never wanted to do anything sexual afterwards, but I soon figured out why.

She would control me in nearly every way during the week, sometimes taking two weeks, and would let all of that raw sexual power out on me afterwards for a few days. Close to a week after the first story, I noticed Dylan becomming much more assertive with me when it came to everything. She wanted things done, and done right then. When she asked for a massage or a neck rub, after a while she stopped using my name, but would call me slave, or something to that nature. She’d remind me how disposable I was, that she could replace me with a thousand others, but that would just be a hassle. If she or I needed something and she sent me to go get it, she would put me against the wall and leave a hickey on my neck to let the world know I belong to her. She would tell me what I should do in the gym to get myself fit for her. It might sound like too much for some, but I was on top of the world being her sub. Then when the weekend came around, she would completely dominate me for 3-4 days straight.

The Turning [NSFW] [M/F] [Oral]

I was enjoying a quiet sit down in the park that Thursday afternoon, coffee in hand and the sun on my face. A perfectly, warm autumn day. I took a sip of coffee.

“Ah-BOO!” my interloper yelled from behind me.

I almost dropped my takeaway cup on my lap, dislodging the lid in the process. Coffee dripped through my fingers and sprinkled over my shirt.

“Hello Kelly. You’re late”, I said, ignoring the provocation. It would never do to appear rattled with this one. She would enjoy it too much.

The girl sat down on the grass next to me and took a cup of takeaway coffee from the disposable cardboard tray next to me.
Please meet Kelly: a jolly elf of a lass, 27 years old and quite stunning. My only complaint, if I should be forced to own one, is that her hair was cropped too short for my liking. She wore a Ramones t-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. Or, as I tended to think of it as – Kelly’s all round year uniform.

“Hardly late”, she replied. “Blame the bus, Mr Anal”.

[M]aking good use of the break room

I was 21, working at a Sprint retail store, closing up for the night with one of our newer employees. She was about 5’6″, Brazilian, slim build. I had a bit of a crush on her, and earlier that shift, when she found out I rode a motorcycle, she didn’t say anything, but I swear, I almost heard the thud of her panties crushing through the floor. After I get everything locked up in the safe, I leave the office and go into the break room that’s in between the office, and the clock out computer. She’s standing in the corner of the break room and she just looked me in the eyes and said “the security cameras don’t cover this corner, do they?” I took the hint and walked right up to her kissed her. She was all over me. She immediately started pulling on my belt while I pulled her hair and kissed her neck. She must have been a pickpocket in a former life because, before I realized she had made any progress on my belt, my pants were on the floor and she was grabbing my cock through my boxers. I pulled her shirt off and immediately realized that her Sprint polo was concealing some serious weaponry. They weren’t gigantic, maybe 34Cs, but that’s perfect for me and I would later go on to put her lack of lower back problems to serious use. I didn’t get much chance to explore before she dropped to her knees, dropping my boxers at the same time and did a perfect lock eyes and deep throat new at the same time (I’m not a little guy, it was impressive). She sucked me for a little while before she grabbed my hand and put it on her head, so I grabbed her hair and thrust straight into her throat. It wasn’t until then that I noticed she had a pierced tongue. When I let go, she pulled my slobbery cock out of her mouth completely. I took this as an indicator that the blow job was over and grabbed her shoulders, pulled her up, turned her around, and planted her hands on a desk. From behind, I undid her pants and dropped them to the floor along with her panties. I got between her legs and started licking her clit from behind. She had a perfect shaved pussy that tasted amazing. I didn’t last long in that position before I had to get up and fuck her. From behind, I reached forward and grabbed her bra strap and pulled her back into new, sliding right in. I went slow at first, while I wad undoing her bra, but once that fucker was off, I grabbed her hips and started pounding. It wasn’t long before I had to hold her up while she came all over my cock. I pulled out and sat her down on the desk and wrapped her legs around my hips and started fucking her again. That pussy plus that position means I was ready to go pretty quick. Being a dumb 21 year old fucking an even dumber 18 year old, I grabbed her hips and gave one last thrust before shooting a massive load into her. After we left, I spent a good amount of time coming up with an excuse for why we clocked out so late, but nobody noticed. We fucked in the break room (and many other places) for about 6 months. I later found out she got fired after getting caught fucking my replacement in the break room at her new store, lol.