The Housewife and the Pool Boy, Part 2 [mF] [Oral]

She woke that day feeling much like an excited school girl with a new outfit to wear. The morning crept by as she anxiously awaited her pool cleaning appointment.

She put the baby down for a nap, freshened up her perfume and makeup, and sat on the edge of her bed, waiting quietly in her cool, dark bedroom.

A few minutes after his scheduled time, she heard the gate to the side yard swing open. Her heart raced. She felt dirty and pathetic for being excited to see an 18 year old pool boy.

But she was excited nonetheless.

Moments drug by and then he emerged from the wisteria covered gate, a test kit in one hand and a duffel bag in the other. He immediately glanced up at her bedroom doors.

He’s looking for you, she told herself, her thighs tingling with horny anticipation.

She glanced at herself in her vanity mirror and again felt sheepish and silly. What does a young, sexy man want with a thirty something mom with no life?

Birthday Sex (Parts 3 & 4 of 5) [MF]

[Click Here for Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8l5aag/birthday_sex_part_2_of_5_mf/?st=JHIJKJEI&sh=95bf26d6)

“Really? You’re just gonna let me have your hard cock? Even after I tried to get to it before you told me to?”

To show her I wasn’t teasing, I laid on my back and put my arms up over my head. She hesitated, but realized I was serious and began feeling all over me like she had when I was tied up. This time after raining down wet kisses, she didn’t have me stopping her when she pulled my undies off. She gazed at my shaft and then looked at me wide eyed. “This is why I’ll do whatever you want.”

Keeping her eyes on me, she settled in between my legs and lightly kissed me repeatedly up and down. This was followed by her broad flat tongue going from my balls all to way to the head over and over.

“I’m gonna deep throat you, but I’m gonna have to warm up and work toward it. I don’t remember you being THIS big and hard before.”

She wrapped her lips around my tip. Then, with just the right amount of pressure, her lips slowly glided halfway down before slowly coming back up.

[MFF] me and my wife are master and mistress to our new little whore.

So me and my wife have had a woman come into our sex life. She is about 5’3, Mexican, long black hair, petit sexy body, good size boobs. My wife is about 5’4, Mexican, tight yoga body, 36B boobs, and a great ass. I’m 5’8, white, on the fit side of average at 156, and about 7in cut.
This was one of our adventures a few nights ago. Hope you enjoy

Setting up for Sylvie’s Party – The Chair – Part II

[Shopping for Sylvie’s Party – Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8l37iy/shopping_for_sylvies_party_part_i/)

After fighting her way through traffic Lina pulled into the driveway ready to set up for the party. It was only a few hours away until the festivities would begin and Sylvie would finally get her licking, and Steve would break his drought. She was excited to meet all of Brad’s friends, so many people coming from near and far. She had heard about so many of them, and had met a few of the locals already. She felt she knew them intimately, and what made them tick. Even knowing so many details, she didn’t know what to expect tonight and that itself was exciting.

Lina had been a good girl on the way home. Her body was mostly under her own control again, but the emptiness was lingering in the background when she sat too quietly. She thought again about how long he had denied her. The first traffic light almost did her in. It was the quiet, and the stillness amplified her throbbing, and looking at those lights, the waiting…the waiting….for red to turn green made her longing almost unbearable.

18 [M] Not a sex story but a story about how I developed a fetish. (No judgement, please.)

I’m an 18 year old guy. I know I’m young and I do not have much sexual experience but I have been a sexually minded individual since my early teens. I’m a rather intuitive individual and one of my many interests is the human mind and psychology. I took my first psychology class in college this semester. One of the many things we discussed is our development during childhood and that some brilliant psychologists have claimed our childhood sexuality experiences determine a lot about our adult sexuality. I personally believe this is very true as some of my childhood experiences have led to developing a fetish.

My first story was when I was 11. My dad was moving into a new house and working several hours a week since divorcing my mother. He got my aunt/ his sister in law to watch over me and my brother for most of the days he was gone working in downtown. My aunt was a really nice woman and still is. She had a young daughter at the time who was maybe 8 months old and because she often was gone from the home, she had to breast pump in order to have food for her daughter.

The Slave Market [MF][F Slave]

Light streamed through the open blinds, filling the college dorm room with early morning sunlight. Haley squinted a she looked towards the brightness as she slowly pulled her jeans up, sliding up her legs and around her pert ass, covering her thong. Turning, she slid her shirt over her hair and down over her body. Moving her hands behind her head, she flicked her long brunette hair free from the shirt and ran her fingers through it, combing it slightly. Checking the time quickly on her watch, she sat down on her bed and slid her shoes on rapidly. Standing, grabbing her jacket and her bag, she opened the door to her room and vanished into the hallway. Checking her watch once again, Haley’s slender form zipped down the hall. She was going to be late for her class again if she didn’t hurry. Bounding out of her dormitory building, she raced across the courtyard and towards the class buildings. It was a beautiful summer day, the sun was shinning and plenty of other people were hustling and bustling around, going here and there any everywhere.

Quid Pro Quo: Heather’s Story Chapter 1 [Mf][Fantasy][College][Teacher Student][Schoolgirl][Extortion]

**Author’s Note:** *This is chapter 1 of a long story. Perhaps a novel. Please let em know what you think in the comments.*

I leaned back across the center of the low bed. The room was furnished in ‘late teenager,’ with a cheap dorm room mattress on a barracks frame, and other durable furniture. The walls were brick, painted a dull cream color that made it look like someone smoked here.

I made sure the little laptop lid was closed while she changed. The last thing I wanted was for this to be recorded. Or worse, broadcast. This could be all over the internet in a heartbeat, and I would never teach again.

There were no books on her side of the room that I could see except for the requisite texts of a college freshman. English (my class), Algebra II, History of Colonial America, and the like. The supplementary texts were piled in a corner, forgotten. This disappointed me, though I wasn’t surprised. Islands of clothes and underwear from yesterday, today, and who knew when else we’re on the floor, which was also dotted by DVD rental cases from the machine downstairs.

*What a slob*, I thought.

The Orgasm Clinic [M29/F23] [light bondage] [orgasm abuse]

The Orgasm Clinic

One of the greatest decisions I made when I broke off my engagement with my long term now ex-girlfriend is to open up my own orgasm clinic. This is not a professional business or something I make profit off of. It’s just something I do every few days out of my week and my service is well, exactly as it says.

When I broke up with my girlfriend, I decided to do something genius that would be fun for me and would be fun for other people willing to participate. I bought a basic wood frame bondage table with leather padding then added custom wrist cuffs made of leather on the top end of it and leg cuffs on the bottom end. With it being back adjustable, my “patients” get to be in a position that has them comfortable. In total, I own 4 different vibrators, 2 dildos, one fucking machine, the bondage table, an assortment of butt plugs I replace regularly, 2 different nipple stimulators, one being classic clamps and the other, a nipple suction system working off of an oscillating pump, a special belt to hold the classic hitachi vibrator when I’m busy elsewhere on my patient, a set of fingertip vibrating pads which when used right, can make any patient go bat shit crazy, and an electric wand. I also have a sybian but I generally save those for repeat patients. I never gag, blindfold, or force my patients to be tied down in their own safety.

[FM]/[Group] First time swingers club [public] [exhibition]

A bit about my wife and I: I’ve always been something of a voyeur/exhibitionist. The wife and I have had some sexy fun in the past posting pictures on Reddit leading to some pretty steamy sexting with some of the guys/gals that responded, but had never had any real “lifestyle” experience before. I think finding out how turned on I got from people looking at us was what made me start thinking seriously about going to a swingers club.

After talking about it for a while we finally decided to take the plunge, so we got tickets for a Saturday party (“see through” was the theme :), and got an Airbnb near the club for the night. The party started at nine, but we decided to wait until around ten to let people show up before we got there (though we also didn’t want to wait too long and walk in after things had already gotten too crazy.)

Storm Chasing Part 2 [MF]

It was now Thursday. It involved a meeting with a lot of the other heads of departments. The morning went swimmingly. Tim went off for his catch up with his old friend, I did a lot of boring spreadsheet related crap. It was to be my first head of department meeting. I expected to be bored. Tim came back in a bad mood. I heard him swear.

“*What’s wrong?”*

“*Meeting is cancelled.”*

“*Why?”*

“*Well, apparently all the other heads decided to take the afternoon off to go get drunk. I perhaps should have gotten drunk at my catch up but no, I still prefer to remain professional. Fuckwits.”*

“*I was not even aware of this.”*

“*I can guarantee all their little secretaries knew and didn’t bother to tell you. These are not the women you having breakfast with, are they?”*

“*No. It is a couple of the actual scientists. I did notice, the secretaries are a breed of their own. Everyone else has been lovely.”*

“*Never mind, it just leaves me with a two hour block with nothing to do. I can change that. Are you keen?”*

“*Well, yes.”*