Tag: Wife

Madison the Babysitter is back for more (and so is my ex-husband) [Part 3] [FM] [FF] [Bi]

My first time with Madison is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/etkchx/a_night_with_the_babysitter_ff_bi/)

This takes place ~12 hrs after [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f0zle4/a_night_at_home_with_the_babysitter_ff_ds/)

“I had to come and see you.”

Madison was standing on my front porch soaked to the bone and clearly intoxicated to some degree. I quickly ushered her inside, running to grab a towel as soon as the door closed behind her.

“Sit down, let me get a heat pack or something.”

“No, I shouldn’t have come. I’m sorry. This was stupid. I’m sorry.” She kept trying to go for the door to leave and I kept trying to get her to sit down and warm up.

“It’s okay!” I repeated until it felt like a mantra. Read more »

[MFM] First time I shared my wife

So this was about 5 years ago when I first shared my wife. Tons of other encounters after.

We had been talking about sharing her with another guy for some time and finally decided to take the plunge. There was a guy at the gym that I was interested in watching him fuck her. I’ve seen him in the showers and knew he was well endowed. I ended up approaching him in the locker room and told him what I was looking for. He was super enthusiastic and said he was game.

Fast forward to later in the week when I ended up texting him and asking him if he was free Friday night. He said he was and couldn’t wait. I ended up buying a new pair of heels for my wife and some sexy panties for her to wear for her first time. I told her how big he was and that she might want to use her dildo on herself a few times before so that she’s loosened up. Read more »

I [M] college professor, fucked my [F] student. Part 3 (last part)

First part here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f0gvab/i_m_college_professor_fucked_my_f_student_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f0gvab/i_m_college_professor_fucked_my_f_student_part_1/)

Second part here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f0tjj1/i_m_college_professor_fucked_my_f_student_part_2/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f0tjj1/i_m_college_professor_fucked_my_f_student_part_2/)

There were a couple of hours between class and office hours. Usually I would grab a coffee at the campus coffee shop, but I was already keyed up enough that I went straight back to my office. I did my best to focus on the thousand stupid tasks that have to get done at the end of any semester, but I couldn’t and I kept getting hard. I rubbed myself a couple of times through my pants, but didn’t want to actually jerk off because I was afraid I’d cum.

I managed to make it to office hours, and of course there were way more students wanting to talk to me than usual.

Student: “What can I do to improve my grade in the class?”

Me: “You should have tried reading the readings and coming to class.”

Student: “Hey, I was just wondering when the final is.”

Me: “It’s on the syllabus and I JUST SPENT 5 MINUTES TALKING ABOUT IT NOT TWO HOURS AGO.”

It was almost enough to kill my hard-on. Almost. Read more »

How I finally came inside my sister in law [MF]

Hello all!

Let me first give some quick background. My sister in law is in a sexually frustrating marriage. Her husband has been really sick, chemo, the rest and he can’t perform. They’re still strong but whenever she can hint to it, she’s wanting to get laid, and has revealed she’s very sexually adventurous because of it, including her past of liking anal, giving blow jobs at parties, etc. Basically dropping hints all the time that she’s ready again to get wild but is just stuck. She knows how we are as a couple and has expressed before that she’d love to party with us if my wife wasn’t her sister. Thankfully we didn’t have to cross into any weird territory for her to finally get some relief.

A few weeks ago they were all in town for a visit, their mom and even the husband, for a family gathering. During the party there was a bit of a ruckus and the SIL got very upset by some comments a distant family member made. In those comments she was very hurt and basically sobbing. My wife was busy with dinner and the sister was looking for a shoulder to cry on, and her husband was taking a nap from being sick (turns out he had some issues that later put him in the hospital). Because she was upset and had no where else to turn I was the shoulder for her to cry on. Read more »

To all Milfs who have had one of these nights

You aren’t exactly sure how you ended up in this situation; this college boy pressing you against the car as you try to stand unsteadily in your five inch heels. You aren’t sure how you ended up with his hand up your skirt and his tongue in your mouth. You only know that your body is responding in a way that you had not expected when the evening began. You can feel the moisture between your legs and you are sure he can feel it through your thong as you fight the urge to slide it aside and give him access to the source of that wetness. You can feel his large erection pressing against your leg as he presses against your short leather skirt that covers very little of your thigh. You can feel your hard nipples pressing against your lace bra and the thin cover up that really doesn’t live up to its name. You can also feel where your body wants this to go. Read more »

The Bigamist Part 4: Kat’s Story [FFF Sub]

Kat’s Story

My parents came from the Bible Belt, deeply committed to their beliefs. They were stern, not unloving, but stern, break a rule and you knew it, well your ass did. It became easy to be compliant in the home. They also believed in the benefits of healthy competition, which meant we had to excel in sports and studies. I have a younger sister in LA who’s a psychologist, and a brother who is a scientist of some description, works for the National Transport Safety Board.

“Younger or older?” Mistress Anna asked.

“Both younger, Kristen is eighteen months younger and Jeb is the same younger than Kris.”

“Are they the same? Subs?” asked Mistress Julie.

“Jeb’s not, he took on the dom male role, as expected, but Kris, well, yes and no. When she feels like it I expect.”

“In LA.”

“Plenty of work for her there and she makes the occasional lesbian porn movie as well.”

“What! Porn?”

“Yes, I thought I saw her in a film, once, but that was later. I found this woman’s stage name and Googled it, saw a couple of her movies, and it is her, for sure. She doesn’t know I know and I’ve never said anything.” Read more »

Wife feeds husband own cum [fm] [creampie] [cumeating]

It all started when my wife and started to try and have a baby. Before then we always practiced the pull and shoot method of birth control. After the first time of filling her up with a load of cum I knew I was addicted. There was nothing like feeling her walls milk my cock dry… so I thought. It wasn’t a couple more sessions after when I really saw her perfect pussy with my cum seaping out. I was always into going down on her. I could spend hours between her legs and not have enough of her taste. I always tried to find new ways to eat her out. I ate her while having a dildo filling her ass, ate her ass while fucking her with a toy, every position possible, and my favorite of her sitting on my face and filling my mouth with that perfect taste. After seeing my cum leaked out of her I had my ultimate fantasy. I wanted, craved, obsessed over going down on her sloppy cum filled pussy. The only problem was after shooting my load that fantasy didn’t seem so erotic. I never told my wife about this desire… I figured she would be opposed. Read more »

[MF] Finger injury

I (38m) had quite a romp last night with my wife (37f) last night. Eventually, with my encouragement she got out her magic wand and I continued fucking her for a while but then started 3-fingering her quite aggressively. Things got a little out of hand we she got so loud it woke up one of the kids and we had to stop and I realized in all of the excitement the chafing of my finger against the vibrator had caused a fairly gnarly injury. Can’t figure out the right subreddit to post of a pic of the wound but I’m open to suggestions.

In the meantime, I immediately booked a hotel room for the night of our next date night so we can carry on where we left off!

Sacred Night – Pt 1 [MM] [Raceplay]

By Taylor Jones ©2020

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” – Hamlet (1.5.167-8)

PART ONE

XAVIER

As Xavier Wellington rode the plantation, his attention wandered from his daily survey of operations. His eyes sought out Baptiste, the strong, fortyish field slave. The big nigger was everything that Xavier’s peevish, drunken father was not — kindly, sober, and temperate in thought and speech, so much so that Xavier couldn’t recall a time when he had not adored him. Sometimes, he even thought his feelings might be reciprocated, detecting in Baptiste’s eyes a warm light when they conversed. His own eyes, without a doubt, must have betrayed his lifelong infatuation.

He soon spotted Baptiste, for indeed, he was hard to miss. At well over six feet, he towered a head above the other slaves as they tended the Wellington tobacco crop. At an age when most slaves began to wither under the yoked burdens of hard work and mediocre nutrition, Baptiste seemed to thrive. Stripped to the waist in dark cotton trousers, woolen socks, and undyed leather shoes, with a course linen shirt tucked into the back of his trousers, he carried himself with unassuming dignity. Read more »

Sacred Night – Pt 2 [MM] [Raceplay]

By Taylor Jones ©2020

PART TWO

BAPTISTE

Baptiste had relaxed. He knew he was still a slave, that he’d better do whatever was asked of him. Still, the ministering hands felt good to him and made him feel special. Despite the heat and humidity, the boy smelled of expensive soap while he reeked of sweat. Yet, Xavier had made it clear that he wasn’t put off by his odor, when even his own wife made him bathe before coming to bed.

Now, the whiteboy was asking to touch his sex. It was probably wrong, but suddenly he sounded so young and innocent asking Baptiste for permission.

“Yes suh,” he said at last. “Go ‘head, touch it.”

Xavier’s eyes popped, as if he were barely able to believe his ears. Baptiste closed his eyes then, and felt the arm thrown over his chest lift and the flat of the boy’s hand trail downward, lightly tracing the cleft of his bunched pectorals, a thumb brushing over the prominent nubs of his ebony nipples. Fingertips glided down the washboard stomach until they ran through a pool of sticky seepage dripping in pearly strings from his dark plum-sized dickhead. Read more »