My Almost Threesome (FFM)

So I waited tables through my last year of college and for a little while after graduation. Those of you who have done that know that there’s always rampant partying and rampant hooking up. My life at the time was no different.

I had just broken-up with a serious girlfriend and a few friends (all girls now that I think about it) were coming over to help me drink away the pain. One of the girls, Amy, was a regular FWB. She was 23, a server with me, short, brunette, a bit chubby, but amazing tits (like huge EEs) and she would do anything in bed (she once let me face fuck her). The other was Lacy, she was freshly 18, just graduated from HS. She was hostess at the restaurant. She was short, petite, small B-sized tits, but a cheerleader body if I’d ever seen one. We had had a quasi-sexual encounter the week before but I didn’t let it go past feeling each other up when we were drunk because I thought my GF at the time and I could patch things up.

Secret Slut adventure: UP North

Finally snuck away for another secret slut adventure after recovering from a long illness. Made me realize all over again how life is too short so you have to have fun!

I went up to meet a couple I had met before for a day of swimming, boating and drinking. The three of us had a great time in a beautiful day. I wore an extremely skimpy bathing suit while the couple were a little more conservative. Many boats with men young and old slowed down while we played in the shallow water. I was getting turned on by all of the onlookers.

While out on their pontoon later in the day the husband was driving while his wife and I played with each other’s wet pussies as we waved at people along the shore. We stopped in the middle of the lake for a swim. All three of us were all over each other in the water, rubbing and stroking. Other boaters slowed again to get a good look. At one point while climbing the ladder back in the boat my top slip down exposing my breasts. I pretended to be upset and tried to get covered again, but I was really taking my time fumbling with my top. A few young boys on jet skis got a good eyeful!

(F)ucking (m)y ass on his boss’ desk

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When my husband called me and said that he was going to have to stay late at work alone, I knew what I wanted to do. He’d been working late for the past four days. We hadn’t had sex and week and a half. I was feeling really horny. I hated the fact that he was staying late almost as much as I hated his boss. She is this thin, shrill woman who I think has a crush on him. I get it. He’s a wonderful man and husband. I wouldn’t care if it were simple attraction. What I don’t like is her keeping him away from me.

Trailblazer [MF, sci-fi, oral, creampie]

**Trailblazer**

Ramsey, a disgruntled exo-miner, realizes that his life has hit a rut. He came to Persei-4 on a mining gig looking for excitement, but all he found upon arrival was a dull and dreary job. Looking for some adventure, he becomes one with nature (more or less) and gets friendly with a native. By the end of the day… he’s a trailblazer.

Thoughts and comments are much appreciated.

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*“Come work on Persei-4. Explore a new world. Be a trailblazer.”*

I should have known it was bullshit. I’m not exploring anything at the bottom of this mine. I’m just sweating my ass off, tearing chunks of yttrium-heavy titanite off the walls.

*Ramsey the Trailblazer*… it has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

But I’m no fucking trailblazer. Not down here. I’m just another working stiff.

I know what you’re thinking. *“Why not just quit? You’re not a slave. If you hate it so much, just leave. Put in your notice, and quit.”* Well, it’s not that simple. I signed a contract, and it might as well have been signed in my own blood. I’m here for the full ten months, plain and simple. That starship that brought us here? It’s not leaving the ground, not until the end of the year. I’m in this for the long haul.

(f)ucked one of (M)y best friend’s dad

I feel like my life is made up of me hurtling from questionable decision to questionable decision. This past Friday night was my most recent questionable decision.

About me, I’m 20, 5″7 and I mostly wear a size 2 or 4. My bust size is 32C and I have brown almost black shoulder length hair and brown eyes on a wide friendly face. I do pretty well with the guys. I was fairly popular in high school but I messed around too much and end up with no real prospects. While basically all of my friends went to college, I took a few classes at my local community college with the intent of going to a normal place after a year or two and worked a few different jobs. I didn’t even last a semester at the community college and I currently work at a Target about five miles from where I grew up (was too embarressed to work at the closest one). I’ve stubbornly kept my own place (well, with roommates) which is probably not the smartest decision ever when you are living paycheck to paycheck but I’d rather die than still be living with either of my parents.

Hedonistic Arithmetic Part III (M/F)

[Click here for Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4gtuiw/hedonistic_arithmetic_part_i/)
[Click here for Part II](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4hglrs/hedonistic_arithmetic_part_ii_mf/)

**Hedonistic Arithmetic Part III: Redistribution and Summation.**

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Between sharing a shower with Trish (and bathing her in something additional) and putting my career in jeopardy with Eleanor (while giving her a helluva send-off) it’s safe to say that I was floating on a sea of dopamine and testosterone on a highly inflated ego. Twice in one day with two different women and certainly two different flavors, even as I went about the motions of work once more some part of me was processing this kind of fortuity. Sure I could *attempt* to do such a thing in one day deliberately, but having it fall in one’s lap…
A sonar ping from my phone indicating I’d received yet another text message hovered in the air. Given how the day was going and that said chime had brought good tidings before, perhaps this time I’d be the lucky recipient of a brand new motorcycle I’d been lusting after nearly as much as I do for women under normal circumstances.
The former lust wasn’t satiated by my text, the latter however…

> Hey stud, are you doing tonight?
Trish

Short story o[f] a horny wife

My wife and I have read a few of the stories on here (me more than her) and get turned on at the prospect of many of the things you guys post about. We have posted a few pictures here and there of her, but I wanted to share a story that happened not too long ago.

A little background first: We have been to a swingers club but didn’t have a super great experience. We fantasy and dirty talk in bed, but have never actually acted out our MFM or FFM fantasies, nor have we gotten very far in planning anything. The swingers bar was just “to check out the lifestyle”. It was interesting night.

You can read the writeup here:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Swingers/comments/32297p/first_experience_trying_out_the_lifestyle/

M/F/F (M)y first time threesome with my girl(ff)riend and her classmate, with some pegging.

Earlier this week my girl friend finished her last semester in grad school and decided to have a party for some of the girls in her cohort. Because it was all women, my girl friend asked if I could entertain myself or go someplace so they could “openly share memories and stories.” No biggy, playoff hockey and basketball with an open excuse to drink, done. I spent a few hours at the bar near my house and came home around 11pm and only one car was remaining in the driveway. I casually walked through the door to find my girlfriend and one of her classmates, Carol, laughing and giggling on the sofa. Carol is 26 about 5’5″ with shoulder length dyed blonde hair with brown roots, she has a thin frame with small A breasts and no ass and looks very younger. Emily, my girl friend is 5’1″ with long wavy hair brown hair, she is curvy with almost DD breasts. I am 5’8″ with a beer belly that formed after college, and still going on see above, but not awfully big. My dick is right around average at just under 6″ but I like to say 6″ to feel good. Back to the story.

[MFF] Worth the drive.

So, I’d met this woman (let’s call her Sylvia) online on a random dating site. The metropolitan area I’m in can lead to someone being “local” but still require a 2 hour car trip to visit. Such was the case with this woman. Over the weeks of chatting online we got to know each other pretty well. And to say that life had dealt her a pretty bad hand is putting it mildly. Her high-school sweetheart, the only other man she’d been with, had left her for another woman. So, she was a single mom with two kids struggling to make ends meet. Her job? A carhop at Sonic.

She didn’t mind the fact that I was married. A large part of that had to do with a “fuck it” attitude she’d developed. She was a little angry at the world in general and it was now time for her to take what she wanted. To hell with the consequences.

She befriends an 18 year old co-worker, Kim, whose situation, though different, isn’t much better. She’s a recent high school drop-out with what can only be described as a bat-shit crazy mother. Eventually she and her mom get into it so badly that she gets kicked out of the house. Sylvia offers to take Kim in and let her be a roommate. It’s a win-win situation as two paychecks are better than one.

Beta Test – Part 3 [F][nc]

Ahhhh, but vows can be fickle. After spending the rest of her Friday night pampering herself with a long hot bath and a quiet evening in bed, Erin woke up Saturday morning feeling restless. She had spent basically all of her free time the last three evenings playing the game, and she had been really looking forward to playing all day Saturday. She would have been able to make some real progress at the academy…

Erin was still pissed as hell at Hayworth for what he did and at the box for abusing her. If she had any idea how to contact the game makers, she would have screamed at them last night and threatened all sorts of law suits. But her anger had cooled, and she also started questioning herself. How dumb and slow had she been to let Hayworth beat her like that? And, if she had kept her wits about her and just ordered the game to stop, would it have let her go?