[MF] A Little Christmas Cheer

I catch the bus occasionally to work – the 8am in, 5pm out (on those rare days that I finish vaguely on time) office crowd. My office is right in the middle of the Central Business District of my city, and one of the small joys I can take away from the bustle of the office crowd is the pride and joy people take in what they wear to work.

That is, in a corporate and government environment, people whose identities are distilled into titles, positions, departments and roles love the opportunity to express their core individuality through fashion. In particular, I absolutely adore the women I see everyday going to and from work in an amazing array of sharply cut dresses, intensely intricate stockings, and lip-bitingly hot heels.

It’s hard to keep it cool sometimes, and harder still to fight the temptation of breaking that workplace focus and anonymity. Although I don’t find hard to break the ice in any social situation, I’ve always erred on the side of caution when it comes to spaces where really it’s people just trying to get through their day.

[MF] Opening up my Princess (Long)

Hey GWS! I’ve lurked here for a long time but since I ended up working this encounter out tonight anyway I thought I’d post it and see if anyone cared for it. This happened about five years ago and is probably one of the most fun nights of my life.

My wife and I had been married for a few years and things were pretty great, honestly. We loved each other a lot and enjoyed our sex life. Therefore it came as quite a shock when she sat me down one cold November night to tell me that she had decided she was polyamorous. I was in shock. I didn’t know how to reconcile this. It was like the entire bottom dropped out of my world.

Fast forward three months and I had pretty much come to terms with it. I had decided that what was good for the gander was good for the goose. We had a mutual friend, a woman who had been friends with my wife since they were in middle school together. I had always found her incredibly sexy and had often fantasized about getting a hotel room with her instead of dropping her off at work and having an afternoon filled with fucking and room service.

[MF][FF] First story! Long story, but I have always wanted to share. Part 1.

This is my first time ever sharing this story with anyone but it’s something I’ve always wanted to tell. I’ll preface this with some detail about us as that seems to be the norm here. My husband is 6’2, in shape overall but not some gym fiend, and is about 8” when hard. I’m 5’5, thin, some curves but nothing too amazing, I guess just generally petite.

My husband and I are both very sexual people, always trying new things and broadening our horizons. We both enjoy sex and have always pushed out boundaries to an extent.

This particular story took place a few years ago when I was 29, he was 33. We were recently pregnant with our first baby, and I was constantly horny, getting some of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. Naturally, that made me want more and more sex. My husband was thrilled and happy to have more sex. This went on for several weeks, I got crazier each time, my fantasies going wild. As I normally would, I would talk to my husband about each fantasy while we had sex, often describing it in detail for him so he could enjoy it too. He and I would go back and forth with wilder fantasies, trying to make each other cum first.

Taking a break, then back for more [GROUP]

Two years ago we had our first sort of swingers experience where we’d gone to a club and had very public sex with a lot of people watching and also having sex around us. Since then my wife and I had our first baby and our sex lives slowed down a lot because of the realities involved. We kind of settled into routine sex after bedtime once or twice a week and were ok with it, but we were both using this app that would suggest sex positions and new ways to fool around, and we were both liking it and teasing each other with it and it was stoking passions a bit and we were back to pre-baby times eight months before and having sex every other day.

My wife was always very into running and working out, she was in the best shape of her life before getting pregnant and returned to that shape within six months, it was always important for her. I, due to the growing baby, also put on about 20lbs and was just getting that back in control and down to my college weight.

I [M] celebrated by fucking ‘that’ girl [F].

Writing about a night I remember after a few whiskeys. Names have been changed, and tits might be smaller than I remember. But she was one of the best fucks I’d ever had.

I’ve known her for a long time. Not well but we had the same circle of friends. I’ve known for a while that she’s had a string of ‘relationships’ that were open/poly/swingers. I’ve always wanted to get her to myself.. a drink or two and she gets this fucking smile that says she’s looking for some trouble. From my less close acquaintances they say she she goes stupid with the dick in her, gets cum drunk and wild.

Tonight was finally my night. We were celebrating my masters degree and she was there. We shared some shots and smoked some cigarettes, something I rarely do. Smoking outside with she needed me to keep her warm… Holding her close it was hard for her to ignore my cock pressing into her back. Next thing I know I’m walking her to my place.

HE WANTED TO WATCH [mf] [swing] [oral] [mast] [cum]

My next door neighbor looks like a young Christina Applegate. She’s petit, blonde, and unlike the real Applegate, my neighbor has pierced nipples, which I can see jutting through her practically see through tank tops.

My neighbor is a bombshell and she knows it. She walks around the building in her booty shorts and see through tank tops and in the winter, simply adds a super heavy puffy jacket and knee high boots.

When I first moved in, she was one of the first people I met. She gave me a big friendly hello, welcoming me to the building. As a finance guy, I decided to go to the monthly board meetings, but she was never there. Maybe she rented, I guessed. Or maybe she just didn’t care and, like most people in a large building, assume someone is taking care of what needs to be taken care of.

One afternoon, I listed something for sale on the building’s Facebook page and my neighbor, who is named Lynn, by the way, liked the post. Of course I immediately recognized her and friended her. She accepted right away and did the exact same thing I did: Went through my posts, liking various ones to get a better gist of the kind of guy I was.

The Excruciating Wait – My Husband’s Best Friend [MF]

For a little bit of background, you may want to read my previous post.

>How this arrangement came to be is an even longer story, involving a birthday, my husband, his best friend, the Fiancée, their roommate, and yours truly. It takes place in a sleepy southwest college town in the dead of winter. Maybe I’ll write it down one day, but that’s a long one.

This is me [https://imgur.com/7D2uEct](https://imgur.com/7D2uEct) [https://imgur.com/XJe4oAo](https://imgur.com/XJe4oAo)

Spring in Salt Lake City. We were staying at an Airbnb. Quaint but giant, perfect for the inordinate amount of children Mormon’s tend to have, it housed our group of eight just so. The floors creaked, especially the stairs, a foolproof signal to mark approach of others. I was the one doing the creaking this morning, as I gingerly crept down the stairs. They groaned in agony beneath my bare feet, I hissed under my breath at the sound. It was 6am, my eyes had opened and would not close again, so I set off in search of coffee, disturbing the peace of the house as I went.

Sylvia and Al [FM] [Femdom] [Hypnosis]

**Part 1**

Silvia and I had been together for about six months. I met her through a friend of my sister. We both attended a party put on by our mutual friend and hit it off pretty well. It didn’t hurt that she was smoking hot. About 5’4”, curly, raven-black hair, large tits for her frame, perky in that impossible way that’s exclusive to 21-year-old girls. She stood atop a pair of shapely legs that supported the roundest, firmest, sexiest ass I had ever seen. Before her, I was exclusively a tit man, but after Silvia, I find myself believing in the philosophies of Sir Mix-a-Lot.

It didn’t take long before we were in a committed relationship. We were hot for each other, so we were soon having sex regularly. The sex was vanilla, but satisfying, though it was apparent we both had unfulfilled fantasies we hadn’t talked about yet. A couple months in, Silvia suggested using hypnosis add a little spice to our sex-life. At first, I thought she was just talking about some roleplay. It turns out she was for real. She told me a hypnosis unit in Psych class piqued her interest and she did some research online and discovered all sorts of uses for recreational hypnosis in the bedroom.

Revenge Fuck with [M]y Ex’s Best [F]riend on Her Desk

Revenge Fuck with [M]y Ex’s Best [F]riend on Her Desk

This got longer than I expected but I wanted to do justice to one of the most satisfying fucks of my life.

College was for me, as I’m sure it is for so many people, the best time of my life. Now I do very high-pressure high-stress work and it has left me reflecting a little on just how good some of those college times were.

My Junior year of college had some particularly fun times especially, as it was the year I felt like I finally came into my own, and started feeling truly comfortable in who I was. It was a year of hard partying, my college was a particularly party-heavy school, so my weekends were spent assembling my stereotypical college collection of empty handles, and broadening my horizons experimenting with hallucinogens and other fun substances, just some hippy degenerate stuff really but I loved it.

Thanksgiving Stuffing [FM]

I know that updating stories are not everybody’s favorite thing; being forced to read 50 stories in order to jerk off because you somehow missed the first 49 installments is nobody’s idea of a good time. But if you are the type of person that enjoys the plots and characters in porn, it’s the burden that you bear. So for better or for worse, here is a [link] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ntuq0/fucking_my_married_coworker_fm) to the prequel to this story. For the lazy, I banged my married coworker (Kristen) that then moved away with her husband (Will) to go to grad school out of state. This happened back in May, and that is where our story begins. I hope you enjoy.

About two weeks after Kristen and Will had taken off north, I was a bit of a mess. I still texted her some but nowhere near how much I wanted to, and I could not say what I really wanted to say in case her husband was around. And to be honest I had no idea how exactly she felt about me. I was laying on the couch vaguely watching Parks and Rec while I was staring at my phone, waiting for her to send me a message. I was suddenly hit in the face by a flying pillow.