Reverse Cuckold [MMF]

First Story, hope you enjoy

 


 

When John arrived to the place he called home, he was not prepared for what he was about to see. In the living room, his wife, Sarah, was getting brutally fucked by a stranger. The guy had his back slightly towards John, but he could see the man was powerfully built. One of his hands was grabbing John’s wife hair and the other occasionally smacked her ass and the sound resonated through the room. And his wife was loving it.

 

-Beg for it! – the stranger said, fucking her from behind, skin slapping on skin.

-Fuck me! Fuck me! – moaned his wife, her eyes rolling back.

-You hot fucking bitch – Another slap on her curvy ass, this time louder.

 

The man pulled her hair even more, leaving her looking almost at the ceiling, her back curved, her ass in the air being rammed by his cock.

 

-Yeah, daddy! Give me that cock, make me your bitch! – she sounded like she was riding through constant orgasms. – make me cum on that cock!

[MF] meeting at the hotel

I am away on business for a conference. It is the evening of the last day of the trip and I am getting a drink with two other guys who are also attending the conference at the bar of the hotel, just next to the convention center, where we are staying.

As we are discussing, a woman approaches us and asks if it is ok to join us. Robert and Fabien do not really catch here question (they are French and their English is not that good) so I'm the one who answers that sure, she could join us. She goes to grab a drink and I explain to my two colleagues what is happening, confessing that I am not sure why this woman wants to join us and confirming that I don't have a clue who she is neither. But there is no reason not to be nice and welcoming.

The woman comes back a couple of minutes later with a glass of wine and sits next to me. She has blond hair, long down to her shoulders, with just a pin to hold them behind her ears; she is not particularly tall, but not short neither. She looks older than us, enough that we can see the age difference, but not as much as we would consider her as old ; she is probably around 35 to 40.

Update #11 – I [M] fucked my uptight roommate [F]

Sorry, I know I said I was going to write this yesterday and technically I did but I just got distracted and never got round to actually posting it. Also, this first part isn’t really "gone wild" but you seem to mostly want to know about the state of our relationship so that's what I’ll write about first. It's been a little while since my last update so I can't write about ever interaction that we've had but I'll include the important details.

This actually happened a couple of weeks ago now. I had been out and got back quite late and I thought that the girls had both gone to bed, so I decided not to contact Bernice. But then I heard someone else come back and I could tell from which room she went into that it was Bernice. I sent her a text asking if she wanted to join me and she came through almost straight away. We gave each other a look – like we know what's going to happen and we didn't need to say anything to each other. I was lying on my bed and she got on top, so that she was straddling me and we started to make out. Soon I was rubbing her chest and she was rubbing mine and everything seemed like it was going the way it normally does but when I tried to take her shirt off she pushed my hands away. She did the same thing when I tried again so I asked her if she was okay and we then had a conversation that went a bit like this:

First date fuck

I'd been chatting back and forth with a guy that I had met through OK Cupid for a couple of weeks. He lives about 2 hours north of me, and after getting to know each other the conversations turned to dirty descriptions of what we would do to each other in bed. This past Saturday, we made plans to meet up in my city and spend some time together to see if there was both mental and physical compatibility.

When I woke up on Saturday, I was so horny from dreaming about all of the things that he said he would do to me. Shortly after waking up, however, he sent a text about how he had to work that evening, but if I was willing to drive to his city then we could spend more time together and he would make it worth my while. He told me to meet him at his office and I made the drive up there.

Good Christian girls wait until marriage…but I’ll take it in the bu[m] [f]or you

I was really good friends with Laura all throughout middle school and high school. We ended up going to the same college together across the country and became even closer. She was a pretty religious girl and hung out with pretty religious friends who I ended up getting decently close with.

Her room mate sophomore year was this gorgeous blonde named Melanie. Mel was about 5'4" C cup breasts and a thin yet remarkably curvy figure. She was rather flirty and whenever I would come by their apartment she would flirt heavily with me. I had always thought she was joking because she was dating one of the biggest guys on the football team. So, naturally I assumed it was with everyone. One more thing about Mel…She was kind of bitchy. She looked down on a lot of people and had a certain air about her. The kind of "I'm a hot Christian girl that will tease you until you beg…then do nothing because I'm saving myself" air about her.

Sexting Leads to Sext (MF)

Layla was a firecracker; petite, redheaded, green eyes, with curves in all the right places. She frequently chopped up and layered her hair in different ways to preserve her spontaneity, was aggressively bisexual (I’ve had dates that she’s “jokingly” pressed back into walls), and completely in a different league than me.

Don’t get it twisted, we’re both attractive people, and during Cupcake Moscato/Night Train binges she’s frequently adorably buried her head in my chest talking about how we’d make a great pair, but for as long as I’ve known her Layla has been more obsessed with wild, varied sexual adventures than trying to find the content and comfort of a stable relationship.

I had my share of that as well, but it was never something that came to real life fruition. Sure, there would be times where I met a girl on Reddit or Tumblr and two hours later she told me how her fingers were buried in her sopping pussy as she hid away in her friend’s bathroom, but all the nudes and sexts in the world could never replace real world fucking.

Return leg with an older man (F/M)

Since my pretty amazing encounter with two older guys about a month ago (http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/320kv7/two_pairs_of_eyes_two_pairs_of_hands_two_you_get/), I hadn't heard any more beyond a thank you for a great time from Graham, the man who organised it. This wasn't a surprise given that they lived a fair distance from me, so I wasn't even thinking about hearing from him again… until late last week, where I was surprised to find an e-mail letting me know that he was coming into London for an appointment not too far from me and wondered if I was free.

As it so happened, I wasn't at uni on this particular Monday afternoon, so once he confirmed when he expected his meeting to finish and I made sure that my own place was definitely going to be free from housemates, I told him that he'd be welcome to drop by for a brief visit if he wanted before heading back home. That's how the discussion was left, although I don't think either of us were in any doubt as to what the meeting would entail.

Bash[f]ul girl loved being do[m]inated. (Long)

I've been a longtime lurker of this sub and I think it's about time I finally contribute. I am a man who likes a background story so this runs a bit long, but for those who just want to cut to the chase, look for the dividing line about halfway through the post.

Back in college, I was just beginning to find a strong passion for writing. I was a junior, had recently been dumped by my gf of 2 years (the long distance thing's legs finally gave out), and because I was so accustomed to staying in on weekends to avoid the temptation of cheating with some drunk coed, I found myself with plenty of time on my hands. So I would write. Then one day I came across a flyer for a university short story contest, I submitted one of my works, and lo and behold I won. Rather, I was one of a few winners. Fast forward a bit and I came to understand that it was actually kind of a big deal. All of the 'winners' had to attend this big white table-cloth dinner with the entire writing department and read their stories at a podium in front of the whole goddamn room. Luckily, I have never really had much trouble with public speaking and my recent dumping left me with a general glaze of apathy that proved to be quite useful. So overall the night went off without a hitch and that was that. I went home.

Comicon Persistence! [M/F]

LONG Leadup. Please enjoy.

I attended a comic convention type thing just the other weekend. It was a 3 day event, and it featured a whole bunch of cosplaying competitions, which opened up the ability to have anyone dress up as their character of choice. Once such character is Tifa from Final Fantasy 7 with a white tank-top and black skirt. The girl has natural dark brown hair, pale skin, is incredibly fit (visible stomach lines), and stands just under 5 feet tall. I have a weakness for petite athletic girls.

On day one, she was quite shy and weary about all the people looking at her, which apparently caused people to think twice about asking her for a picture. I felt the same way, considering I had no idea what her age was (my guess being around 18 possibly less) and didn't want to risk coming off as a creepy guy. However, I grew up with Final Fantasy, so I couldn't resist. At one point, I saw her lined up for a group photo-op thing that was announced. I walk up beside her, and tap her arm. She did a half startled jump, half sorry-i'm-in-your-way side step. I immediately realized she was a very shy as she took the guarded pose, so I very formally ask; "would you mind terribly if I took a picture of you?" She then smiles brightly and says "oh sure, ya!" She makes a pose and I snap off a pic. I smile at her and say my thanks. At this point, she maintains eye contact and starts adjusting her hair behind her ear. I nod my head and walk off. At that moment I realize I should have taken a pic of us together, but when I looked back, she had already entered past the lineup entry way.

Oral with the married woman – M/f – D/s – butt stuff

My job keeps me moving. Airplanes, rented cars, hotel rooms, board rooms, and on and on. I rarely go to sleep in the city I woke up in. I get lonely and horny and seek out companionship. This was about two years ago.

There is another site I use often and for years have been posting dirty stories and occasional comments on where my travels are taking me.

That is how she found me. One of my 300 or so regular readers. I posted that I would be in her city for two days and she took a risk.

She was married and unhappy. The normal complaints of anyone seeking an affair for reasons of lust. I won't bore you with them nor will I defend any arguments of morality. If you don't agree with her or my actions, that's fine, but keep your opinion to yourself if you please.

She had never met me, but had been reading me for years and felt she knew me. She had no idea what I looked like but had spent much time aroused by my words.