My wife Anna and I decided to attend a new years eve party with some friends. We have a very open relationship, and there were 2 women attending that I had played with previously. Given the hosts of the party were experienced swingers, we were prepared to hang out or hook up if the opportunity arose. We arrived and the massive top floor condo was already full of 20 people or so. Most of them I knew or at least knew of, so we spent the first little while having a drink and making the rounds getting to know some of those we had never met. I headed into the entertainment room to play some video games with some of the guys (I know, stupid move) and my wife went somewhere with the girls. They get crazy when they drink even if they aren't drunk, so usually i just let her do her thing.
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[M23/F23] Canadian Cum Crossing
About ten miles from the bridge, Jace turned to me and said "watch this." Well, I watched as much as I could without driving right off the edge of the road. First, she unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out of my pants (that's tl;dr version of a lot of butt-wrigling, groping, unfortunate encounters with zipper tabs, and general chaos, eventually resulting in me looking like a flasher looking for a schoolyard).
Her hot breath on my shaft was all I needed to get hard. I gasped, and grabbed tight to the wheel, as she engulfed me completely and then just rested there with the head of my cock deep inside her throat.
"Uh, you're going to have to sit up and straighten my clothes pretty soon," I told her. "We're getting pretty close to the American border. Jace just made an "mmm hhmmm" sound, pushed her head further down, and started sucking and massaging my cock with her hot throat.
I did my best to maintain lane discipline (that's what my 10th-grade driving instructor called it, although I'm pretty sure "deep throat" wasn't one of the items on his "deadly distractions" powerpoint slides). She repeatedly drew her head up until she was just kissing the tip with her sweet lips and then plunged down until I was at the ultimate deepest depth of her throat. Slowly, with every stroke, she picked up the pace, pistoning me in and out of her throat with determination.
I don't think I lasted five minutes- which was good because we were almost at the point where traffic starts to really slow down when I started cumming. Jace pulled off of my cock and pointed it up at her face (I could only see the back of her head at the time). She jacked me hard and fast. The cum flew. I barely kept my seat, much less directional control of my 2,500lb SUV. She took the entire load on her face, using my still-stiff cock to smear it all around.
I started to panic. "Jace! What the fuck! Clean your face off! We're about to go through the border!" Jace just shook her head, making the little strands of cum dripping off her face swing back and forth alarmingly.
I asked, begged, pleaded, but she just sat there, laughing at me with her obscenely glazed face. And then we were at the border. I frantically zipped/tucked/buckled my way to decency.
The young man who ambled over to my car asked all the standard questions. "Nationality? How long were you in Canada? Are you bringing anything back with you? Any firewood or agricultural products?" I answered politely, handed him our passports and automobile papers. He looked at my passport, then my face. Then Jace's passport. Then Jace's-
Slight Pause…
Passport.
Face.
Longer Pause…
"One moment, Sir… Ma'am…"
He retreated into the nearby door and consulted with another border crossing agent. The other agent came out, looked at Jace's passport. Then Jace's face. His eyebrows furled in thought.
"Welcome Home," he said, handing me back our passports. "You may proceed."
Jace teased me by not wiping up her face until we were all the way to our hotel in Niagra Falls. There, she used her finger to collect as much cum as she could (most of it had dried or dripped off, unfortunately), making me sit in the parking lot and watch her eat it, drop by drop.
Finally telling what we got up to at the swingers club in Brisbane
Ok. Some of you may remember our posts . We missed out on the Halloween party. But we did manage to have time to go to a club on the 22nd. We stayed at the motel we stayed at before. Not cheap. But not to dear (We live on the Northside of Brisbane. Only 2 clubs are both on the Southside. A good hour and a half drive) J and I were discussing what our boundaries would be this time. J has only in our past given head to the other guy. (Have played with 5 guys together ) He has not been allowed to touch her anywhere. I have seen her lose it once while she inexplicably turned around while given a guy head and hovered her pussy over his face. . He managed to tongue her clit twice. She came on his chest! … but said that it was from her sucking .. not him licking. And she felt a little ashamed. I reassured her that I loved it! . This is going to take a while to tell. So may have to do in installments. If you haven't seen our posts or know how we play. Please check out our profile.
We do NOT do the cuckold scene. We LOVE each other. J loves to give pleasure (she is a nurse. . And has an oral g spot! Lol) I adore her and love watching her giving pleasure. . Both straight.
Love her more than I could've ever imagined. . Ps. We are both in our early 50s. . Won't link pics cos I have no idea. See our profile. Will continue this tomorrow. J off to work and I am working early in the morning. We only get to see each other 12 days a fortnight.
[m/f+f] My NYE: Sex toys, Skype and Champagne
Ahh New Years! Drinking, singing old Scots language songs, balls dropping, what isn't to love?
Typically, the wife and I shun anything having to do with being social on NYE. Sometimes we'll have a few friends over, or host a dinner party for a small group, but more often than not, we settle in, drink a bottle of good champagne and fall asleep before 11:00. This year, that's what was supposed to be the plan, and it started out that way.
As usually, this involves my wife, Amy, and our dear friend, and sorta fuck-buddy, Carrie. Amy is 5’2”, very thick and curvy, with substantial breasts, typically a DD bra size, I think. She just died her hair almost black, and it's now cut short, almost a pixy cut. Carrie is at least 5" taller than my wife. She's very active in the roller derby scene in our town, and works out almost every day. I've known her forever, and growing up she was very much a tom boy. Her hair is naturally red, and she always has some kind of "flair" in it, either dyed streaks, or highlights or whatever. Her breasts are smaller, but a nice handful, topped with small pink pierced nipples. Her ass is fantastic, full, round, and firm. She's strong, without being masculine, and now that derby season is in full swing, she's straight up cut.
Fucking the cute nerdy christian girl(mf)
Sorry if its a tad long guys! Soo this happened a couple years ago my freshman year of college. In my first week of classes I sat next to this unassuming girl with blonde kinda streaky hair. Cute nerdy glasses and freckles. She was about 5'8 and had an athletic build. I asked to borrow a pencil to break the ice. We started talking and became friendly. Her name was Allie. She and I exchanged numbers and texted somewhat frequently. I found out that she wanted to save herself for marriage and that she had a bf she had met at a christian youth camp. I knew from that point that there would be no chance of me fucking her.
Sex Therapy
Sex Therapy. To my horror I realised I’d reached that time of life when I began to have what are discretely called “male problems”. My faithful friend downstairs didn’t stand up so stiffly to attention as he used to do. Though my wife had kept her shapely figure through the years even watching her undress from my favourite sexy underwear sometimes didn’t get him up as hard as he once used to. Then that night came when in the cosy darkness snuggled under our duvet I felt my wife’s bare thigh nuzzling against mine, her soft breasts pressing against my arm, her light fingertips creeping across my thigh and her softly whispered “want you!” My muscle should have been steel hard and straining for her vagina at the first touch of her naked flesh and for the next half an hour, oblivious to the kids hearing through the bedroom wall, we should have been grunting and squealing passionately and our bed should have been rocking and rattling. But this time she had to be satisfied with a finger-fuck, and me with her well practised hand on my half hearted muscle sending my semen barely up to my belly button. After a few nights of erections barely stiff enough to slide up between her legs and just about good enough for a hand job she suggested I made an appointment to see my doctor. I reluctantly agreed to see him. When I arrived at the surgery and gave my name the receptionist told me my own doctor had been called out on an emergency, but his colleague Dr Matthews would see me. Making the appointment had been embarrassing enough, but what was even more embarrassing was when I stepped into the consulting room and saw Dr Matthews was a woman! I thought of turning round and running but I knew I’d come too far for that. Dr Matthews gave me a welcoming smile, the door clicked shut behind me and I was trapped. She was younger than me, perhaps mid thirties and attractive with neat blonde hair. Her doctor’s white coat was thin and tight enough to show the outline of a very shapely figure. Between a couple of the buttons of her coat at the front I caught a glimpse of a black bra. I suddenly realised to my amazement that up top at least she was wearing nothing under that white coat but her underwear! Though I was almost too embarrassed to notice it, I felt that familiar stirring down below. “Now Mr Thompson. What’s your problem?” she asked.
She fixed her eyes enquiringly on me. I felt my face go red and the sweat break out, but I’d come this far and I had to bite the bullet. “It’s a bit of a male problem doctor. I ……” At that my throat went dry and my voice faded into a croak. She smiled as if to reassure me. “Erectile disfunction? I fully understand. Most men your age suffer from it from time to time. I’ll need to ask you some questions.”
Visiting My Best Friend and Her Husband Part 2
Part one- https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3z7stm/visiting_my_best_friend_and_her_husband/
Jon's face lit up with a smile with Tim's suggestion of getting the swing and toys out. He turned away from and headed off to the storage closet located at the end of the room. Me and Sarah had talked extensively about her toy collection. Jon traveled a lot for work and one of his favorite past times while he was gone, was to seek out new sex shops and toys that he could bring home to use on Sarah. I knew from our talks that one of her recent favorites was a glove that had vibrating fingertips. She said that Jon looked like a robot with it on but that she could care less when he put those fingertips to use. I was about ready to explode just thinking about the possibility of seeing it in action.
Swingin’ in the new year in style and sex. [m/f], [m/f], [m/f/f], [m/f]
I wrote about the first time I had ever been to a life-changing swingers party a while ago. (Then I deleted it due to privacy concerns.) Since then, it's only gotten better and better.
My vitals: straight male, mid-30's, mid-divorce. 5'9", about 250. If I were into men, I guess you could say I'd be a bear. I've had some experience with kink and non-monogamy, but since getting divorced and moving near a major northeastern city, I've decided I want to explore these more. I know I'm a dominant person who isn't all that big on physical monogamy, but in terms of actually playing, I haven't done much.
Since that first time, I'd been back twice. The first time, I mostly played with Lisa, who I had been talking to before going there. We struck up a fast friendship based (as most good ones are) on incredible sex. We even left the door open to the play rooms a couple of times and got some attention, making one very enthusiastic fan. The second time was New Year's Eve, and this time there was no hesitation. The venue went all-out too, holding a fetish night downstairs and the usual party upstairs. I met up with Lisa and her friend Sheila, who had contacted me a few days earlier. The attraction was mutual and immediate, as once we all got to the venue, we headed in to the fetish night. Sheila and I snuck in some kisses and gropes at basically every possible opportunity while Lisa left to attend to an errand.
Visiting my Best Friend and her Husband
Me and Sarah have been best friends for about 3 years now. My family thinks it's weird with me being a single guy and her being a married women. We have bonded over our mutual love for all things Halloween though. Our talks also turn sexual a lot. She is a bit of a freak who is up for almost anything and I've lead a pretty lackluster life in the bedroom with my past girlfriends. So I live vicariously through her some.
A little over a year ago Sarah and her husband moved about 500 miles away and since then all I've heard is when am I going to come visit. So I finally made arrangements in November to go up for a weekend. We didn't have much planned. We were just going to spend the weekend visiting some of her favorite little shops, drinking, and catching up.
My Step Sister [mf][oral][preg]
Our parents got married when I was 14 and she was 13. From that point on it was pure chaos. Although I spent most of my time at my mother's house most of my weekends were spent with my dad, my step mom and my step sister. We were like oil and water in the beginning, fighting with pretty much every breath we took. Though after awhile, as we started to grow up and the marriage stopped being so new things changed, albeit slowly at first.
At some point, although to tell you the truth I don't really remember when, I started to notice that she was becoming a woman, and that I was well on my way to becoming a man. Her mother was a very busty woman, and she took after her mother in this respect, starting to develop early and well. Although she used to sit in my lap and hang around my neck I had to put a stop to that as the side effects of close contact were… uncomfortable.
As the years went on we developed a strong relationship, and in fact became all but inseparable during our high school years. Although I still remember, with a strong twinge of jealousy, when she got her first boyfriend, though I was utterly confused by the emotions I felt.