I’ve Been Thinking [mf] [impreg] [oral] [kitten kink]

“Kitten?” Jake paused in the doorway to our bedroom from the closet, tie loose around his neck and pants half-unzipped. My eyes snapped up at the pet name; it was one he saved for intimate moments in the bedroom or when he was hoping to get me in a dirtier mindset.

“Kitten, I’ve been thinking,” Jake continued, tugging at the tie and tossing it on the bed lazily beside my alert form. He was being calculatedly casual; I already knew I’d do whatever he wanted. Teasing me with the tie – his subtle hints at bondage that he used all the time drove me wild. Calling me Kitten – he was perfectly aware of the yearning pull he was initiating between my legs with just two syllables. He was quiet for a moment and I quickly realized I’d lost focus.

[MF] Luggage surprise

I have to be in Vegas this week for work and was packing last night.

When we went to bed my wife crawled on top of me, removed her shirt and started to aggressively kiss me. My hand were all over her body, and I rolled her off so I could start playing with her pussy. She was already wet from grinding on me, but wouldn’t let me slide off her thong

My fingers rubber her clit and kept dipping back into her to get wetter. I sucked her nipples while she kept saying how much she loved me playing with her.

After I got her to orgasm, she rolled me on my back and proceeded to mount my face, pulling her panties to the slide. Another orgasm and wet later, she lowered herself on my cock, still just keeping the panties pulled to the side.

She was dripping wet and bounced on me with a mission. As she came again, she leaned down and bit my chest. Hard.

She rolled off, I jerked off on her chest. We cuddled, and I drifted off.

Yup .. the wife delivered on her promise [MF]

Last week i had this experience with my wife with the promise of something wild this weekend . I posted about that here: https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d1qvvl/a_dryspell_comes_to_an_end_a_sunday_to_remember_mf/

I didn’t know what to expect as the Friday vibes were hitting me. It had been a long week at the office, but a fun one at home and all i knew is that my wife wanted to go out Friday night.

There is a fantastic steakhouse that is walkable from my office. It’s the type of place where the servers wear white jackets with black ties. It is old school . the drinks are strong. the steak is perfect.

Rather than drive 30 minutes home only to turn around and drive 30 minutes back so we could go out, i decided to stay at the office and the wife would meet me here and we would go on to our dinner.

28M [MMF] A Las Vegas Hotwife #SuccessStory

This is a success story that happened a couple of months ago but I haven’t got around to sharing until now. Mostly because I have been enjoying reliving it and keeping it to myself. But now is the time to share.

I had been attending an industry conference in Las Vegas and already had one success story (which I will write up one day, it was another awesome experience). I was getting towards the end of the week and I was beginning to flag – if you’ve done the Vegas conference scene you’ll know that the lack of sleep, alcohol and miles and miles of walking get to you in the end!

I arrived back to my strip hotel late, and fell straight asleep. I wasn’t asleep long when I was awoken but the familiar ‘ding’ of a Reddit notification arriving on my phone. Blearily-eyed, I read a message from a young couple replying to one of my /r/dirtyr4r posts: ‘still awake, man?’ We exchanged a few messages as well as a picture or two. The husband (we’ll call him C) wanted a big cock for his younger wife (let’s call her J) to use, and had sent me a couple of naughty pictures of her all dressed up for a night out in Vegas with no panties on. They warned me that they would want to talk a little before anything was to happen, but had plenty of drinks in and invited me over to their room.

That one time my boyfriend and I[F] swapped with another couple for the first time.

Girlfriends point of view.

This happened awhile back with my boyfriend of two years. We had become interested in exploring with another couple and after much talking and searching on tinder along came Stephan and Darcy. We began sexting all together which I enjoyed, both messaging with a stranger and also seeing my boyfriend flirt with another woman.

Three weeks later we finally got to meet in person. I had never been so nervous in my life! Luckily my boyfriend is much better at keeping his cool and helped me stay calm until they arrived. Stephan sat down with his wife Darcy, he was handsome enough and she had a pretty face, very petite. My boyfriend is 6’1 tall lean and muscular, I’m 5’ and blonde with a curvy body. My boyfriend and I had made a plan to squeeze the others hand three times if we wanted to bring them back to the house. My boyfriend squeezed immediately, it took me awhile longer but eventually I squeezed. After dinner and drinks…lots of drinks lol we went over to the bar side which had games as well and we played some before settling into some couches together. My boyfriend made the first move kissing Darcy before Stephan made his move on me. We all made out for awhile before deciding to head back to our place and continue the good time…or so we thought. LOL

18yo sister-in-law – [MF] – [MASTURBATION] – [VIRGIN] [FACIAL]

Mark was anxiously waiting for the work day to end. Pacing back and forth behind his desk, with 15 minutes to go. He had made sure that everything he needed to have done was done long before the end of the day. Not only was it Friday but today was his 25th birthday. Normally he didn’t care about them anymore now that he was and adult they didn’t mean as much. However this year his wife, who was 4 months pregnant had promised him sex for his birthday. They hadn’t had sex since shortly after she found out she was pregnant. She just wasn’t turned on after she found out. She didn’t know why, and god knows Mark tried to turn her on, it just didn’t do anything for her. He understood but it didn’t stop him from craving her touch, hell at this point any woman’s touch.

[mmf] Cuckold’s Wife makes him Submit to Her Bull [cuckold] [femdom] [forced bi]

Originally written by Michäel Ändrew Pöwell from https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/forced-bi-cuckolding/real-cuckold-stories/#post-350

Cuckold’s Wife Makes him Submit to her Bull

My wife and I had a very fun and sexually charged denied cuckold marriage for many years. We were open about everything and my wife Barbara enjoyed getting the shit fucked out of her my various men whenever she liked. It kept things from getting boring sexually for her and fulfilled a deep fantasy of mine to be sexually humiliated by a beautiful woman. What I didn’t see coming after such a short time after our move is that my wife had changed our relationship without me knowing it. After finding all the bruises and carpet burns on Barbara just a few short months after our move I knew things were about to change. After I confronted my wife about what she had been doing she became really mad at me and told essentially fuck off and to leave her in peace while she got ready for her date with James.

[M]y third time fucking a married woman. While her husband slept in the next room.

When in my twenties all my friends were getting married and I wasn’t having any luck with love. I got cynical about relationships and stopped respecting them. I fucked a college friend’s wife–more than once (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bfdcac/m_fucked_my_married_college_friend_while_her). I fucked a woman I met online who was engaged and looking to get in one last fling (https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/bcdkm8/i_fucked_his_fiancé_then_i_kept_doing_it/.

Desi was the third woman in a relationship that I fucked. I met her on the kind of crappy free hookup site that existed in a world before tinder. She was kind of a train wreck. She was younger than me, had been a stripper at one point, had a kid with one guy, and was married to another guy. They were getting divorced, but both of them were so broke that they couldn’t get their own place, so they still lived together in different rooms of the same apartment. He had the bedroom. She slept in the living room.

But she was attractive. And really funny in an irreverent way that I appreciated. And we clicked talking about indie and classic rock bands. And I was still relatively new to the area and lonely. All of that is rationalizing, I know. But I’m ok with that.

[f] Uncle’s Wedding – Mr Blue Suit

Hey, I’ve been trying to get this story typed up but never really found the time. I just wanted to get it down and see how it goes.

So, about 3 weeks ago we attended my uncle’s wedding. Was a fairly busy service; full church, plenty from our family and his wife’s. [We arrived at the church](https://imgur.com/n5PwIp7), and as usually we all stood around chatting to various members and family-friends. There was 1 guy that caught my eye straight away. Blue suit, very tall, well-built. I had no idea who he was and I just assume he was a random guest, never thought much of it, but he was the hottest guy there.

Fast-forwarded a bit, we had left to church and had driven out to a fancy hotel for the meal/ afterparty. I was sitting with my folks and noticed the Blue-Suit-Guy walk in. I think that was the moment I thought i would atleast have a snog with him, and see how it goes. I watched him walk across the room and sit at the head table, that was when I released he was actually the bf of my uncle’s wife’s daughter.

Friday evening at the office [mF] [FDom] [oral]

I wrote this a couple years back and wanted to share it again. Let me know how much you like it.

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You’re in the kitchen at work, waiting for your lunch to finish heating up so you can go back to your desk. You’re leaning against the counter, trying to be discreet about hiding your erection but you can feel your cock straining against your pants and you wonder silently how you’re going to make it back to your office like this. You clasp your hands in front of you, watching the seconds tick by on the microwave screen. Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight… she rounds the corner and gives you a smile as she walks into the kitchen. It’s your boss. She opens the fridge and pulls out her lunch bag, takes a glass container out and pops the lid off, setting it on the counter next to the microwave. 

“Any big plans this weekend?” She asks you, turning to the sink and flipping the faucet on, waiting for the water to turn cold. She’s got a water bottle in her left hand and she turns to look at you, waiting for you answer. You shift ever so slightly. You’re uncomfortable as fuck, self conscious and your cheeks are getting warm. You shift your weight from one leg to the other and glance at the microwave again. Ten seconds left. Nine.