The rain splashed in the muddy puddle that had formed under the wooden saddle that had been installed in the center of the court yard. Atop it was a young women, whose pale flesh stood out against the dark red ground that surrounded her. Her arms and legs were bound by thick wet ropes tied tight against the rough wooden post the saddle sat on. She was naked, sparing a wooden plank hung around her neck that read “WHORE.” It hadn’t stopped raining since they put her there, and she didn’t even realize she was shivering, her body was so numb to the cold.
Tag: Wife
I had my pregnant ex wife again! [MF]
[Last encounter](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/chcpcu/mf_i_had_sex_with_my_pregnant_exwife_after/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)
I did not expect this to happen the first time let alone a second!! Go check out the last encounter link if you haven’t read it already.
Last night I went to drop our child off again, and low behold the exes husband was gone. Not sure where. She invited me to stay while she put our child and her other kids to bed, so that we could make plans for our child’s birthday which is in a month.
After the kids were sleeping she came down the stairs and was wearing a bath robe. She walked over to me and simply said, “Remind me again what I deserve.” And she opened her robe. She’s showing now so she has this beautiful roundness to her belly that instantly made me hard as a rock! I got up from the couch and walked over to her and caressed her swollen belly. She has such a sexy glow about her when she’s pregnant. I ran my hands down her stomach and across her thighs. She grabbed my head and started kissing me with vigor, like a woman who has been waiting for this.
[NSFW] I Want You to Fuck My Wife
Niccolo flushed, washed his hands (again), and thought it was weird to see Mick standing in the hallway in front of the bathroom door waiting for him.
“May I help you?” Niccolo inquired, even though he really wanted to ask why the fuck you’re grinning at me so hard after I pee?
Mick was like, “Um, Nick. I would like to speak with you.”
“About?”
“About fucking my wife.”
The give away took Niccolo back to his younger days as a bull.
Niccolo smiled as Mick carried on. “I’m not asking for a couple’s swap. Katt is too much for me. She’ll break me in half. I just want to watch you and Katt go at it with my wife. Xia has never played with a swinger before, and I would like for you to do the honors by being her first playmates.”
Niccolo didn’t know whether to hug or kiss Mick on the cheek for the alley-oop.
“Sure. I’ll take care of her for you. The both of us will.”
Sucking [M]y [F]iancé’s Breast in View of Her Best [F]riend While Her Hubby Slept
In my previous story (check my profile if you’re interested – I think it’s a good read) I mentioned that currently my sex life is pretty poor and I might get laid once every three months. This story expands on a naughty situation I got into this last weekend which has awakened a bit of a weird desire that has been dormant for some time (I will get to these stories, they were with my ex and I’m currently doing a lot of work and other writing). There is a distinct lack of sex here – sorry everyone but I thought some might like the story nonetheless. Please let me know if there is interest for more.
So basically my fiance (25F) and I (26M) were invited to a couple’s house to blow off some steam Friday night. The husband (28M – let’s call him Matt) is one of my best mates and his wife (24F – let’s call her Kate) is one of my fiancé’s best friends so we typically hang out once a month or more and get along great.
[MFM] Dipping into the cuckold world
Hi Reddit ! My husband and I were talking with some friends about open relationships, and that reminded me one of our very first experience, a few years ago. Disclaimer : I’ve asked him to write that story here, as I think his point of view will be more interesting for you all. We are not english native, so sorry if the parts of the text are poorly written !
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Those events happened a few years ago, at a friend’s wedding. At that time, my wife Lucy (26f) and I had a pretty good sex life, but never did anything with another guy/girl yet ! The bride was a good friend of both of us, so most our friends were invited. The reception took place in a very nice European castle, with a huge garden. It was mid-summer, so people mostly stayed outside : the place was nicely set, with chairs at different spots, drinks & food on tables, etc.
[MMF] The craziest sexual experience ive ever had
My first post here, I have never really told anyone this story because I feel like my homies would judge me but I have to tell someone lol. First things first, im not bi, and am not into mmf. But this experience kinda changed that and kinda made me into mmf. Happened a little over two years ago with my (at the time) wife. I still think about it allll the time. It might be a long post but I promise its worth it.
The partcipants:
1. My wife: she was 22 at the time, she is a curvy hispanic girl, huge tits and pretty nice ass. Absolutely gorgeous face. Very freaky, yet has an “innocent librarian/schoolteacher/nurse” look to her, while also has a “choke me and fuck my ass” look in her eyes too.
2. Me, 22, average build white guy. Not much else to be said.
3. My wife’s friend that we will call John. Another average built fella. 24yo.
*(If you want to skip backstory, go to next paragraph)*
First Time on Tinder
Lately, I had become obsessed with sex. Over the last decade, our married sex life had diminished to almost nonexistent. Tom and I were both working professionals and aggressively pursuing our career goals (him in marketing and me in information technology). Then there was the time spent taking our three boys to their various sports practices and school events. And then there were the frequent calls from our parents asking for help ranging from cutting their grass to cleaning their kitchen. Add in some social visits from friends and the too frequent late working nights, and sex has seemed to be the easy casualty of a busy life.
It was not like I haven’t tried. When asking for sex, the answer has invariably been a “too tired” or “not in the mood.” If I insisted, then Tom would sometimes comply but it was clear that he was not into it and just doing his duty to get me off. Afterwards, he would quickly excuse himself, clean up, and then roll over to go to sleep. It was like he couldn’t wait to get my fluids off of him. I suppose I should be grateful as pity sex is better than no sex. But we hadn’t had pity sex in over three months. Sometimes I wondered whether he was having an affair but a covert check of his phone showed nothing suspicious and there weren’t any strange charges on the credit cards or bank statements. He just didn’t seem interested in anything other than golf, the kids, and work. Maybe he was getting happy endings somewhere.
In which the slutty bi male gets pegged by his wife’s friend [FM]
I’ve decided to spend some time writing out a lot of my slutty adventures for y’all, especially given how the bi male slut is elusive but highly sought after. This is my second time typing up an experience here. Feel free to take a look at my first.
This was in the last couple of years; can’t remember exactly. My wife was having a conversation with a work friend that I hadn’t met, and somehow, it came up that we’ve done pegging. (Side note: What kind of work environment do they have that this comes up? I think it was at a bar or something, but even so.) The friend says she’s always been curious about it. My wife says that, as long as I’m ok with it, the friend can borrow me. It’s hardly the first time my wife offered me to someone else (other stories in the future if y’all are interested!) She always gets my consent, of course, but I’m pretty universally willing. I don’t take the slut label lightly.
My [M] one and only massage by a [M], unexpected. (Really happened, a bit long)
I was just over 30 at the time, unattached and often went to different massage places. This was way back before the State of Oregon decided to legislate the massage profession, so it wasn’t really that difficult to find a woman willing to do a happy ending. In fact, most places had a receptionist out front that told you the rates and how much it was with a “hand finish.”
That actually was nice, a single guy could get the edge off without having to go through all of the wine and dine stuff. There was one place in south Portland I really preferred, it was clean, they had showers, and the price was right so if a guy struck out on an evening’s hunt for a one nighter, stopping off on the way home was a sure thing. I was young and in shape, had a few bucks in my pocket so usually I could find a friend in one of the clubs, but this night I was having no luck at all, so around 2 in the morning I drove down. The place was always open, I never saw it ever closed. Those of you that knew Portland back then will know about it, it was named after the creek nearby, same as the road it was on. The first thing I noticed was the parking lot in the back was full, I had to park down the street. I knew they usually had 3 or 4 girls on staff so it shouldn’t be a problem waiting, a few times before I had a short wait.
Welcoming Home My Wife, Part Two: An Unexpected Confession [MF] (spanking, sex)
[Part 1 Here] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/welcoming_home_my_wife_mf)
For probably 20 or 30 minutes after our first passionate welcome-home fuck, we laid in blissful exhaustion, tangled up in each other and the sheets. I absentmindedly traced patterns on her skin with my fingertips. I loved the feeling of her skin, so soft and smooth, under my fingers. Simply being in her presence and letting my fingers gently fly across her skin in swirls and arcs and circles was one of the great, simple Joy’s of my life.
She laid quietly, I thought enjoying the post-coital glow of being freshly fucked.
But then she rolled up on her side and looked into my eyes. Her piercingly blue eyes looked particularly intense. “I have to tell you something,” she began. I replied with a quick and easy, “OK!”
“When I am on these long work trips, it is very lonely. Every night, once I leave the office, I am by myself — at dinner, at the hotel, wherever I am, it is just me.”