[MF] [FF] [MMF] [Group] My History of Sharing

To be honest I really do not recall a time when I wasn’t sharing R. To put it into perspective we met in high school band in ’98. Much like other kids our age we were a raging ball of hormones and the experimentation of youth. Even before R and I had officially started dating I knew she was “fooling around” with her best friend during sleep overs. I was OK with it because we were also fooling around a bit after school as well and she would tell me about it. We always had an understanding that there is (for us) a separation of physical attraction and intimate romantic feelings. When they both combine it is amazing but for us they can be equally enjoyed.

So when we did realize we also had deep romantic interest in each other we didn’t see a reason that had to be mutually exclusive with her girl time sleepovers as long as she continued to tell me about it and that she promised to tell me if she was getting more romantically involved than physically involved. I even found that it was almost as erotic for me knowing that they were probably nude in bed together at that very moment while I few houses down was playing playstation in a heightened state of arousal.

Wild night at Swingers House Party [FMM]

I’m sitting here reminiscing about the great night that my wife and I had at a swinger’s house party just this past Saturday and I thought it might be a good idea to write it all down for posterity (and entertainment!). For some background, we are an Asian couple that has been in the lifestyle for the past two years and have collected a lot of different experiences which we have been trying to learn from. I’m 47yo, 5’10” and she’s 43yo, 5’7″ and we’re both pretty fit.

We decided at the last minute to attend this swinger’s group house party which was about half an hour away from our house to see what would happen. Maybe 4 months ago, we went to another house party that was put on by the same group and we’ve had a mixed experience — I enjoyed it but my wife wasn’t as into it. (that’s a story for another time). Leading up to this time, we’ve talked about what kind of scenarios she would enjoy and I took the cue from that. She has always been into older men and these particular parties do attract an older crowd including some single guys. On top of that, she has talked about wanting to be part of a gangbang ever since we heard one of our swinger friends talk about participating in one. This evening did not disappoint.

Swingers Club Experience [Group]

This happen around August of 2018. My wife and I were visiting my parents with the kids and we took the opportunity to have a “date night” and told my parents were going dancing or something like that. Instead we headed to a swingers club about 45 min away.

We’re both Asian, fit and in our 40’s and have had some fun at various swinger events in the past. We got there, paid the membership and entrance fee and one of the security guys gave us a tour. My wife later told me she was actually into the security guard as he flirted with her a little. Eventually we settled in one of the little tables by the dance floor as we watched other couples keep to themselves. It wasn’t too crowded that night and we started wandering around to the playrooms to see if there was anything interesting to see. We started making out in one of the side rooms, saw a few people peeking in and eventually stopped as it was getting too stuffy.

Getting it on with my [F] roommate.

Read up here to catch up with whats going on if you’re interested.

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/al4jw0/the_time_i_f_hooked_up_with_my_roommate/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/al4jw0/the_time_i_f_hooked_up_with_my_roommate/)

After the previous experience where I blew Stephen, I masturbated a lot once again. That night I probably got off with my rabbit two or three times. The following days were a mix of work, and going out with friends. Which brings us to about two days after the blow job.

I got home from work, again wearing my blue swimsuit, one piece of course, and a pair of short sweatshorts. Stephen was on the couch, watching TV. He looked at me and said “hi” I went to the fridge and got my left overs, microwaved them and then sat on the couch next to him and ate.

When I was done, I put the bowl down on the coffee table, and sat back.. into his arm that he’d snuck behind me. I lifted it off of me and put it back in his lap, he laughed slightly. He was wearing his basketball shorts again, but no shirt this time. He was still skinny, still pale. He put his hand on my thigh. I was horny, but I wasn’t that horny. I brushed his hand off. He turned to me and said, “Want to fool around again?” I looked at him in the eyes.. I was horny. I was interested in fooling around, but I wasn’t really horny enough to blow him again, or have sex.

Turning on the heat

Of course it would happen today of all days. The US Midwest is experiencing record low temps and my boiler won’t fire up. A few years ago I had this problem also and called the telephone number on the sticker attached to my boiler from who I assumed was the original installer. They sent out a young man who ultimately overcharged me, as I was to find out later, for a new thermal couple replacement and talked me into buying another for a reserve. Of course I thought it was a good idea as he explained that the item was the usual culprit when a furnace won’t start. I’m almost embarrassed to state how much I paid for someone to vacuum out a small amount of debris and install a six dollar part. I’ll leave it at this. The “free” service call was just to come and tell me what the problem was, not to correct it. I paid the hourly rate and triple for each part. I found out about this much after the fact but I was just relieved the heat was on. Enough of that. It sounds too much of me whining, right ?

Wifey’s Busiest Weekend [MF] [MF] [MF]

Quick story about the first time we had sex. When we met, we’d initially just started out as friends, first exchanging a few emails and texts then meeting for coffee at the shop a block away from my place to talk on Sunday mornings when we were both free. We’d flirt a little and had had a couple of lunches but nothing that seemed like it was going to lead anywhere, just general chat about life and career, she felt that oral and intercourse should be for monogamous relationships. I wasn’t down with that, so we were “just friends”.

Background is that she had divorced an idiot she married young and was trying to figure out how to enjoy life after a traditional and conservative upbringing in a Catholic schoolgirl uniform, but wasn’t really loving her options. She could see that I was having a good time being single she liked bouncing ideas about life off of me, but mostly she was stuck with two pseudo-boyfriends who were in a hurry to get married. One was a dull ex she’d had to give the “let’s see other people” talk but who was still trying to lock her down, who she’d mainly kept around for occasional sex. The other guy was aggressively interested but they weren’t really on “dates”, and she didn’t know what to think and kept it to making out and heavy petting. There were some real dates with others here and there, but having only had a few partners, she was against racking up numbers.

[MF] Old friends with exceptional surprises

Emily and I had been great friends for a few years. I lived down the street from her and we saw each other periodically. While I was always attracted to her, not too much ever came from it other than the occasional flirting during the summer when in my pool. She always seemed to have a new boyfriend and rotated through them regularly, though I was never sure if that was intentional or not.

 

One day in the middle of summer, Emily came knocking on my door and rushed inside as soon as I opened it. Her eyes were full of tears with mascara running down her face and onto a low cut dress I hadn’t seen before. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a box of tissues, pushing it towards her so she could clean up. She sat on the couch and pulled out half the box, drying herself off as best she could and blowing her nose, littering the floor as she went. I sat beside her and listened as she spoke.

 

How I finally fucked one of [M]y GF’s best friends. Pt. 3?

So before I start this isn’t a direct part three, it involves the same friend from parts 1 & 2 but not exactly a continuation, I’ll explain later.

PT. 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8asuww/how_i_finally_fucked_one_of_my_gfs_best_friends/?st=JRBFE66A&sh=6f24e3d5

PT. 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8atvoz/how_i_finally_fucked_one_of_my_girlfriends_best/?st=JRBICF8X&sh=6ec47eb8

Parts 1 & 2 happened about and 2.5 – 3 years ago, since then our friend group has grown up a bit, some of us graduated & started careers, some of the group moved away, general life stuff. We tried to stay in contact but didn’t all do the best of it. At the end of Pt. 2 I mention Rebecca and I hooking up a few more times, this isn’t that story…it’s better.

As life went on a some of us started to settle into our careers, during my freshman year I started interning a small start up, and this turned into a paid position, after college I started to take on a larger role within the company as I had been there for a while, this role allows me to travel. Very recently I was on a solo trip to Vegas , for two nights (tough gig, I know) while I’m Vegas my girlfriend texted me and and told me she just seen Rebecca’s snap chat and she’s in Vegas too. So I tell her that I’ll probably see if she’s free and we can go grab dinner or something.

Strip Wii golf with my roommate [MF]

I’ve been a long time lurker on this sub and really enjoy the the posts here. I’ve never really had a truly wild experience which I felt was at the level of some of the stories on here, but I thought I would share this story about my time living with a female friend, Ashton, after college about ten years ago.

A bit about myself, I am 5’10” average build. My friend Ashton is 5’7”, slim athletic, she wears a 34 C, and has a cute but small ass.

Right after graduating college I was lucky enough to land a good well playing job near by. I wanted to stay in the area for the foreseeable future and opted to buy a house since I was sick of apartment living. Ashton and I had known each other for a few years and had become close friends. When we first met I had found her extremely attractive, but I was already dating someone at the time. A year or so later she had started dating her boyfriend Cody, who I got along with pretty well. Ashton and I had a close relationship, talking and hanging out often. There had been the flirty moments here and there, but we really had friend zoned one another, and there was honestly no intent on my part to ever pursue anything. One of the best parts of our friendship was that we would talk about anything, down to the most detailed sexual information about our relationships.