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Me and my friend, Jess are really close ever since high school. We’ve never crossed that line tho. I’m okay with that too. I don’t hold a flame for her. She is attractive as fuck though, objectively. She is slender, D cup, tight ass, long brown hair, amazing stomach, long legs.
We got together one night and went out drinking to catch up. One beer led to another, and soon led to some party drugs. We ended up coming back to my apartment and hanging out. Still doing lines and drinking.
It was Friday, My wife Marie and I had been trying to setup plans to meet another couple to see if it would perhaps lead to our first time swinging. Those plans fell through, so instead we were spending our Friday night with our best friend Sandi. To paint the word picture of Sandi, she’s 5’3” with a tight body, medium length wavy black hair with that falls to her shoulders with a streak of white in it. She has a curvy round ass that always looks great in her Jeans and D-cup breasts that are very perky. If you’re curious about Marie and me, check our post history . I should also note that Marie and I have amazing communication, we talk about everything so she was well aware of the fact that I’ve had a bit of a crush on Sandi for a while.
Our evening started as always, making dinner together, chatting, drinking whisky, ect ect. The conversation between the three of us often contains flirty, joking, fun, and tonight was no exception. The sun had gone down and dinner was over, we were all changing into more comfortable clothing for a relaxing evening that might include some cuddling. Sandi was going to stay the night in our guest room so she could stay late and drink, but had forgotten to bring any Pajamas. Marie let her know that she could borrow some of hers.
*First, a few disclaimers. There is no actual sex in this story, but it’s still one of the hottest memories I have. Also, this involves me and a married guy, so if you’re against cheating and homewrecking sluts, then you should probably not read this. I’m sure I’m still going to get a lot of “homewrecker” comments, but at least I warned you :)*
I used to work in a 24-hour call center and worked the swing shift usually finishing my shift around midnight. Most of the people that worked there were pretty young; early to mid-twenties, and it was a very incestuous atmosphere. It seemed like everybody had hooked up with everybody in that office. Admittedly, I did hook up with a few guys my first year there, but I didn’t want to be part of that crowd anymore and I started to hang out with the slightly older folks. Among them, was Thomas; a 42 year old white guy that was smart, funny, but oddly shy. He was handsome but not in a very obvious way. He was charming without knowing it and always polite to everyone.
After our shower Cynthia asked us to join her on the roof for a pool party. She had trunks for Jake and a bikini bottom that fit me. She didn’t have any tops that were small enough for me so she lent me a halter top. My nipples showed through the fabric and it would only get worse when it got wet but Cynthia said it would be fine.
“When we get up there you guys are gonna get propositioned.” She warned. “If you don’t mind just politely decline. I want you two all for myself.”
“What kind of pool party is this going to be?” Jake asked
“It’s Adult Swim” Cynthia explained. We were both still a little lost.
The elevator opened up onto the roof and we stepped out into the pool area. There were a dozen or so people milling about or swimming. I noticed that none of the women were wearing tops. I saw Jake do a double take and I followed his gaze. A woman was lying in a lounge chair while another woman was obviously going down on her. A man stood nearby and watched.
“Adult swim” I said realizing the meaning now.
Its one thing for me to get flirty-flirty with boys on apps while my vagina plays catch and release with all the fun ones, its another thing entirely when someone who’s known me for years tells me they want to fuck me. Suddenly I’m nervous, bashful, shy even? Fuck you, I’m Wonder Woman! Please don’t notice me blushing or avoiding eye contact, it will only embarrass me more. It becomes glaringly apparent I’ve been missing their cues and body language the entirety of knowing them. “How did you not know…” uh, I’m autistic? How about you use grown-up words and just out with it! I’m not great with subtlety. On apps it’s just assumed; if a man is contacting me, he wants in my bitch-wrinkle. So here I am, minding my own business on social media, and someone I’ve known for 7+ years says flirty things following some comment I made. Reasonable, rational me says “it’s funny because he’s not into you, don’t look too deeply into it,” but succubus me is screaming from the back row “message him your address and don’t let your dreams be dreams!” I did not pursue it. Even though I’m down 46 lbs, I just assumed since he’s known me so long and attraction has never been apparent… I’m not his type. He’s… uh… attractive. Gigantic, kinda scary looking, ink and scars. He’s my head of security if I ever get famous. Back up though, because how we met is great.
[Repost from my previous account. I’m going to put up a few of my previous posts to fill in my history–leading into new posts about other experiences I’ve had, too.]
As a refresher, I was a tall, gawky kid growing up, with glasses and an overbite. Then I wrestled throughout high school, got contacts, and dental work fixed my alignment to where I’m actually a pretty good looking guy (I’m told I look like the senior in Sixteen Candles), but I still have the perception of myself as a gawky kid with glasses and can still be somewhat shy until engaged and alternate between overconfidence and no confidence.
Again, Kim was in her late 40’s, curvy but not fat, maybe 5″4″ with a cute, youthful face (smooth skin, no wrinkles) and gray and white hair, cut kind of in a fashionable bob haircut. I should define fashionable bob, because it’s basically the hair style that it seems women over 35 have–where it’s kind of longer in the front framing her face and then gets shorter toward the back (I find it the perfect mix of cute/professional/sexy). Medium skin color, kind of reddish like she had a tan that was fading but still had the freckles. She had wide hips and a large, very nice ass that still had some perk to it (though larger than what I was used to), and–by my estimate–double d breasts with fairly large areolas and eraser-like nipples.
[Repost from my previous account. I’m going to put up a few of my previous posts to fill in my history–leading into posts about other experiences I’ve had, too. For the impatient I’ve placed an **action starts here** below, as I realize this is long.]
Should probably start with a little explanation. As I was growing up I was tall, gawky, had glasses and an overbite. Then I was a wrestler throughout high school, got contacts, and dental work fixed my alignment to where I’m actually a pretty good looking guy (I’m told I look like the senior in Sixteen Candles), but I still have the perception of myself as a gawky kid with glasses and can still be somewhat shy until engaged and alternate between overconfidence and no confidence.
I remember hearing my dad and his buddies laugh about how ridiculous and unrealistic “I can’t believe it happened to me” letters that were in Penthouse (or Playboy? Both?) and that’s kind of how I feel about the experiences I’ve been fortunate enough to have–I don’t consider myself overly sexual or deviant, but I’ve somehow managed to have a lot of encounters that, upon reflection, are large in volume (everything from college girls to probably an unusually high amount of milfs/cougars) and kind of unusual (in semi-public rooms, fingering under the covers in front of the girl’s family, threesomes, with food, tying up, and so on) and seem like bs.
[Part 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5vx4dm/my_bf_and_his_bud_part_8_mf/)
My bf text me at to tell me that Pete had shown up and there were going to have some bud time, but after that he was pretty much radio silent except for a few updates here and there
“We’re about to jerk each other”
and then
“Pete is sucking my dick”.
After a few minutes of not hearing anything I start getting antsy and decide to surprise them a pic of my cleavage and me biting my lip.
My bf replies immediately asking for more and tells me that they are stroking each other again to what I sent. I pull my shirt down exposing my bra and snap another pic sending it to them.
My bf replied
“We fucking love your big tits!”
followed by another
“Take your bra off!!”
I am at work and I am extremely nervous but at the same time extremely turned on and excited by the idea!
I’ve flashed and taken pics before but never taken my bra completely off. I hesitated and hadn’t replied in a few minutes and receive another text
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Now here’s the story
Although I really should be spending my time on more important things as the stress ramps up at uni, the very same stress means I want to make the most of anime convention now that it’s getting into full swing for the year, and last weekend took me away for another weekend of cosplaying and hanging out. Although only one of my usual group of friends was going, some people I hadn’t seen for some years were heading to this particular convention, and to be honest I wanted to catch up with them over and above anything else – as a result, I didn’t do more than having a cursory, curious look around Tinder and wasn’t really planning any adventures this time around. Of course, plans like this can change at gone 2AM on a Sunday morning….